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(The poem is shaped like a rabbit lying on its side. The word fragile is highlighted red like streaks on the pavement.)
in spring: lying on the lying on the side of the side
lying on the side of the road. i don't envy you.
you poor poor poor poor poor poor thing. i don’t think
you ever imagined yourself in this state,
beyond recognition. spilling like a specimen. like a
victim of war. between being and unbeing. you
lie there, reminding me that it is all very very very
very fragile. i pull over and throw up on the shoulder
of the road. i know i know i know i know things die but
it still gets to me- every. time.
