visitations from rabbits when i first moved to mineola i was obsessed with getting a pet rabbit. at the pet store on jericho i paced the crooked aisles & stared at bags of rabbit feed. at the very back there was a grey rabbit in a tiny cage. he had black eyes & he breathed quickly in & out-- his little side moving as if it were powered by some kind of steam mechanism. i set a place in the living room. i talked to the rabbits outside. i kneeled down & said will you come home with me & keep me company? i knew no one there & the streets felt wide & murky. at night, anyone could be a man. i locked the front door. i locked the windows. rabbits walked by holding hands. i wanted to be them. rabbits were so good at absconding from any given landscape. there i was sitting on the quick sand sofa. i kept the blinds drawn. lawns were being decapitated. rabbit were out there living their lives & none of them wanted to come save me. i bought a cage & left the door open. i filled it with carrots & lettuce & rabbit toys & hopes. outside the humidty was slicable. i took my scissors & cut myself a nightgown from its thickness. i prayed to a rabbit. i asked for one rabbit to just visit me in the cool blueing dusk. i checked grindr & talked to blank men. a man called me a tease for telling him i really needed to cancle. i canceled on everyone. i always wanted to let them into my house but i never had enouge courage. it is hard to make a door of yourself. i opened the windows of my house at night. there were no lightning bugs there. once, yes only once, a rabbit came perch on my windowsill. i said, "would you like to keep me company?" he said nothing. licked his paws. stared at me with his coffee bean eyes. grey fur. he was the rabbit from the pet shop. i left him an offering of sliced carrots & he ate them only after i fell asleep. he looms still in the foreground of any given place. i trust rabbits & their clairvoyance he is sometimes the size of a cloud & often as small as my palm.