the bald man
who comes to
the
table
ostensibly to spread
joie de vivre
but instead
reminds us
the rabbit we're
eating
was shot in the backyard
along with the pigs?
1.5.10
Poem: Rabbit
the bald man
who comes to
the
table
ostensibly to spread
joie de vivre
but instead
reminds us
the rabbit we're
eating
was shot in the backyard
along with the pigs?
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
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