Bunny Fear
Caitlin Hall
You see, I’m scared that we’re just like bunnies
So many
Incest giddy and about to be skinned
Of our delicate pelts
Chinchilla grey and eager
For an annihilation of sorts
Of an interior world
This is my bunny fear
Sleep twitch and small murmurs
tell of cute pain
The plush dream inside of dread
That carries on past waking
Shivering is fun
Chattering, multiplying
In delirious huddle formation
and an intimation
That there’s no ascension
And nothing to attend to
Beyond our twitching intimacy
Caitlin Hall is poet living in London. She writes about delight, disappointment, enjoying things too much and hardly at all. She has recently been published in Worms Magazine’s Psychoanalysis Issue.
You can download Weird Material, the Everyday Analysis collection of psychoanalytic poetry, here.
