Jackrabbit Jenny [February]

Even though I’m no victim and must share the blame I can’t help but think that you might feel the same. Are you cunning and sneaky or gentle and wise. Do you keep batting lashes to fake you’re surprised. Can you jump up like lightning with spring in your step just to walk on the air like a magic carpet. I smell flowers and perfume like roses and death. I feel fine. I feel fancied. I feel mesmerized. Drawn in the circle two times in an eight. Four eyes in the middle, two tongues in between. Jenny the jackrabbit, quick as can be. Flashing her blade as she flashes her teeth. Over and over a song that she sings. I think t those verses were written about me. A flick of the match. A dance of the flame. Is it eerie or pretty? Can it be both today? One summer night feels like a lifetime when you have a hole in which you hide. If I see you poking out I know it’s safe for me to come around. And I just might come around. What’s rare is the hare or the maiden that can’t be caught. If you see me out at night with one ear pressed to the ground I’m listening and looking and wishing and hoping.