(first)--Flap, flap, flap

Flap, Flap, Flap.



The tails of the rabbits, the trees they are.
And
The woman washing the bottles as if children would fall from them.
Each egg folded inside,

Abrupt, gentrified moss.
The turtle kissing the throat of the thing.

oh. Oh. oh.


I don’t know its name, so I make its sound, the flap flap flap.