***ous Sun

a rabbit I buried five days earlier
and said sorry to one million times

i carried it and buried it next to my dead
cat
and dog
and dog
and bunny
i said sorry
and cried
and dug
a
hole
through the rock hard dirt

and i cried because there were no flowers around -
it was too dried up and i had put flowers on the other graves

and i said i was sorry again

i said sorry a lot
i never quit saying sorry

and i stunk because rabbit death was
on my clothes,
in my hair
it clung to me

and my brother told me i killed it

and i didnt i didnt id dint i didnt i didn tidn
i promisripromisepipromise promise i promise

i didnt kill you,
i swear
i'm so sorry

i sat on the back porch
and did my english homework
and wrote about sensory imagery

but all i could think
was the smell of rabbit death
and that's not what my tracher wanted
so i wrote about flowers i didn't really smell,
and a sun that was life-giving

but it was really death-giving
and it killed those goddamn flowers
i'll never forgive it