Rabbit Anthem

patched up. got all patched up, they say. running like a jack rabbit, ready to go. because here comes spring! here it comes! gotta get patched up and ready. hammering around my chest cavity, my hearts running like a jack rabbit, ready to go. it rattles so loud the underground can hear. way down under they hammer away and put patches in place so we can all be running like jack rabbits, ready to go. patches with stitches round the edges, with thread pulled tight, tight, tight. that fabric stretches over muscle to pull two ends closer; it’s okay that my body doesn’t do it right on its own. it’s okay to be patched. it’s okay to be altered, hemmed, and wound up with a crank every few months. it’s okay to be running like a jack rabbit, ready to go. with my weird little eyes and jumpy, jittery body, i can go on for so long before being chased. no, not chased. hunted. yes, hunted. i’m patched up prey, thundering through the field. thump, thump, thump, my eyes don’t blink. do you think i’ve invited the predator? does it feel that way to you? because i’m all patched up and look a little crazy? move a little crazy? i’ve got a good repairman, hasn’t been a job unfixable yet. this is just how jack rabbits are, ready to go.