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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.

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