Rabbit Rabbit
It’s an old twenty-four
She said in the Year of the Rabbit
who changes every twelve
Every twelve, uncountable little Rabbits spring
out of beasts like Oxen and Cocks and Bulls
Rats and Dragons and sometimes even other Rabbits
Don’t give me, God, a Rabbit
I’m allergic to those lagomorphs
Always fucking like bunnies rarely loving never speaking
loud enough to join the conversation
Monkeys made this Fire Rabbit
in the year of the Tiger
sometime in summer so
send a Dog to chase her down
to the Water and wear her
foot for luck
-Christina Lengyel (2011)
This poem was written in the previous Rabbit year. Welcome today to the Year of the Tiger.