Rabbit-man,
you take my dreams and twist.
I think I thought this period
was going to be less,
or perhaps more.
It’s hard to know where halfway is,
but I think I am on the other side
because the light is different
and my heart is somehow changed.
It’s funny
because I have these moments
of beauty over tea
with old friends
and the world looks sweet.
Then I sit with you
and watch as you turn my words
into knots so hard it hurts
and I so far from where I started
lost but for my memory of home.
Those dangling branches
obscure the view of the visage
behind that hideous cackle of a voice
just round the bend
and you are gone again.
I am big because you are small.