I don\'t want to go on a
gentle journey,
from convoluted to
convalescence.
I quit drinking again;
found love in
the psych ward.
She\'s my broken-winged
angel.
So much pain behind that
sweet smile.
She\'s drinking again,
and I can\'t fix her.
It hurts, like an arrow
through the stomach.
I have a rabbit that comes
to my yard.
She lies in the same
spot every day.
So much so, that
she has worn down a
place for herself--the surrounding
grass grows around her.
She feels safe.
I feed her spinach, and my
brother sings her
show tunes.
That\'s what we get
for having a drama
teacher for a father.
Thanks, Dad.
It\'s been an unseasonably
cold April.
I feel sorry for Harvey;
That\'s her name, thanks
again Dad.
I talk to her softly.
\"Hi, baby--what are you doing?
Do you want to come in?\"
She doesn\'t answer. I\'m sober.
I want to take care of her...
Both of them...
My two little bunnies.
It\'s cold, and the wind is
blowing hard,
beneath a mean grey sky.