safehouse

Packing up a suitcase
Shaking hands in tow with those
Rolling wheels I never
Could get the hang of

One always wobbles
Like how I feel about life
Making turn after turn
Trying to go forward & being
Forced
Into some pattern by someone
Else

Safer here than on a shelf

I’ll be a real rabbit eventually,
fur or no fur…

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