Rabbit
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rough hands softly unpick
knots from my brain
raw wound beneath
rough hands, touch soft
grey matter dashed
across pavement with
my mother's hands
at the wheel
rough hands, bent by care
lift my body
from the road
my mother from
the wheel, rough hands
softly pressing
keys to my hand,
i am returned again
Author: Rabbit
I'm Rabbit, a queer androgyne born and raised in Southern Appalachia, now far travelled. I've been a Lokean for ten years and I am a godspouse-to-be. Mainly free verse, a little prose. Other devotionals and odds and ends can be found on my tumblr.
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