rabbit brain for dinner

poetry

tonight
i gathered with what are soon to be old friends
(i’m moving in 10 days you know) and we sang
and sang something like karaoke
for four hours till our voices grew horse
then settled for dinner.

“rabbits head”
we picked because hey.
what the hell are old friends for if not
a good rabbits head once in a while.

i suckled at the brain. it tasted like you’d think
(spongy, salty, spicy, awkwardly disgusting and not
just in principle) and i knew my vegetarian
friend there with us
would appreciate and remember this as our last
meal together

when i lived here.
ate this. sang that. played with you and wished you

farewell.

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