40/365, 21/30 The Babysitters Ate my Rabbit

 In hindsight,

it made little sense

while my mother assisted the doctor

as he placed suture after suture into my leg

closing a hole deep enough to bury a fist

that I should not have come clean with her

about how it happened.

A hole like that

is simply not made by a ten speed bicycle.

In hindsight

I should not have believed

At the age of five

that my rabbit

the biting one

the bunny my grandparents had given me for Easter

had gone to a farm

where it would be happier.

Had they told me it died naturally

As animals sometimes do

This too would have been a lie.

I'd have believed them

Slept more or less as well

Believing a different falsehood.

It still would have been more gentle

than the truth.

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