Rabbit, Rabbit
The foot slips down
Through the shape-shifter’s spine.
Good luck keychain,
Pocket-sunk amulet,
Hoodoo fighter
At the bottom of a mojo
Or clustered
Bright red, green, yellow, orange
In the clear belly
Of a vending machine.
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Bones crack
As skin is pried
And pelts flattened
To be sewn next
To that of a brother’s
Brother’s brother.
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Hairless kits
With eyes shut,
Turn in their nest.
Outside the burrow
Their mother
Stills the grass.
No one hears
As night removes
The colors of things,
As she narrows
In the field
Of the owl’s sight.
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Brooding
In its felt dome
The charmed one
Is pulled out
By the ears,
As limp as a sack of grain.