hopping inside a wonderland

if i should have a chosen pet
perhaps it will be a little bunny,

(i once had one, but she died
just after day one choked on a
loaf bread my dumb 18-year-old
mind foolishly fed it; rest in
peace, mogu, i still feel sorry
for what i did to you)

running around my
beige-tiled floor leaving
chocolate-poop drops
as it jumps across,

i’ll probably read it
some of my unfinished lines,
wait for its ears to
stand tall as if it
can hear the yearning
song inside my rhymes.

if i should have a chosen pet
perhaps it will be a little bunny,
but it is too late now to have one
so i’ll cocoon myself with
my trusted company—

scented words and poetry.

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04.22.2020
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