Lucy
\nis the rabbit who lives in my parents\u2019 front yard.
\nWhich is to say, every gray rabbit in the yard is named Lucy,
\nlike a lineage of kings,
\na conglomerate of bunnies
\nhopping in solidarity under one banner,
\nproudly declared<\/p>\n
Lucy,
\nIn perpetuity,
\nwho has lived as an adolescent
\noutside my mother\u2019s bedroom window
\nfor as long as my mother has been naming
\nthe rabbits, the raccoons and squirrels. <\/p>\n
Lucy
\nfits in the palm of my hand,
\nthe way I fit in my mother\u2019s.
\nHe doesn\u2019t recognize
\nthe soft-coated girls in pictures
\ntaken before he was born.
\nThey are his mothers,
\nand they are him.
\nThey are<\/p>\n
Lucy
\nin an album,
\nage one,
\nage ten,
\nage seventeen,
\ntoo old for one rabbit,
\na living book of<\/p>\n
Lucy
\nin snapshots,
\nstunted in her suspension,
\ntime slowed to a stop
\nin the soft clover of the yard.<\/p>\n
Lucy,
\na hundred fuzzy pieces
\nin a hundred old pictures,
\na dynasty of splinters bundled together
\nin a rough approximation of
\none gray rabbit,<\/p>\n
Lucy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Charlie Sharp Lucy is the rabbit who lives in my parents\u2019 front yard. Which is to say, every gray rabbit in the yard is named Lucy, like a lineage of kings, a conglomerate of bunnies hopping in solidarity under one banner, proudly declared Lucy, In perpetuity, who has lived as an adolescent outside my mother\u2019s… <\/p>\n