Homicidal rabbit
in coat, vest and slacks.
Trapped in a house,
with wooden panel doors
duct taped shut.
Fake family, fake uncle
gives everyone a check
for thousands of dollars
and I only get twenty.
Goes out to call for help
doesn't make it back in.
Pounding on the doors,
screaming for help.
I panic, pulling shut
and yelling for duct tape
that damn white rabbit
is stronger than he looks.
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On the phone,
talking to the man
I’ll marry someday,
and I’m feeling a little depressed.
It sucks being far away
from those you love.
“I miss you,” I whine.
“I miss you too,” he says.
A car door slams,
my head jerks upwards,
automatically.
A green Jeep parked outside.
“But you know what?”
The drummer from
Dial-Up Days steps out.
“There are some people here,”
The guitarist follows suit
“who really miss you too.”
The man on the other end steps out,
and tears begin to fall.
Utterly shocked, amazed, and loved.