rabbit renounces reading and right-wing

fidget in bare feet tonight
like a place can become home
for only the little moments
when you forget everything else:
what you look like in the mirror,
what is dissociative identity disorder?
that you wrote a play once
about a ghost
whom you have become
but of course cannot even see.

you thought you were a rabbit
and you've said it some times before.
after reading pastures and pastures
by other rabbits
you just want a pasture of your own
speaking in quirky carrots
but you aren't good enough to be a rabbit
maybe only a ghost,
the one you made up -
afraid of a chime on the hour
or Sylvester the cat
failing over and over again.

a young man shouts and pretends to die on the blue carpet
he wants to have a great day tomorrow
and his voice is loud
unnecessary
but most of us have them to throw around as we please;
a voice to bury and seal envelopes and promise and sell oranges.

but when a girl yells in a computer lab and the people around her don't give a shit,
does it make a sound?