From “Moon Sonnet”

Saturday. The good bread set out for the dogs to eat.

The rabbit hurt on milk & tall willows

that I’ve bound to storefront. The headlines say

the waves are coming in today. The waves

& spoiled fruit & all the lives I’ve wasted

playing archer. At least this side of the kingdom

will still love me. I pull the weeds. I pull the tides

& storm the shores. The rabbit drops its mouth

into a crater. The waves overtake the red city

with spears in hand. June & the headlines

announce the end of the world. I am terrible

at playing heroine. I’ve done all I can: plucked

the apples, swept the chimney. Washed the rabbit,

saved the tortoise from its slow drowning.