As my mother

Midnite for an alcoholic's wife

where is it – where –

not under the sofa

not behind the back-wall of

kitchen counters

not in the washing machine

I bet he left – where –

and he sleeps

head against the wall

barefoot and deaf

– not in the freezer

‘d you see it – there –

glass clocks

none left – none

but his shame

and more

A rabbit reduced

she’s dead

since the second of November

and the day they brought her home

the hunger went unnoticed

nails shatter and tongue sticks

she has turned into wax

laid out in paradise of apple bites

skin pulled back to place

they take out organic on Tuesday