Sweet bits of spicy candy
Stretches drifted through
The rabbit squeaks a perfect

m has another stroke

            mmmmm

The coloratura of this fantasy
Cassandra's earlobe drifts down —
The rooster thinks it's the moon

Like the easel that thinks
The rooster becomes a scythe
Visions begin blank like this

A baby rabbit wrapped in pink
Amniotic fluid so shimmery
A piece of wet candy

I'd give you a hand
But we need this shade
Hush, I'll never leave

Perhaps all is being augured

            That way she —

Looks like a pressed butterfly
Holding a bit of green leaf
Chlorophyll foam stains her teeth
The space around her scaly

We didn't, look, that way —

Something will
                      come up
Fingertips sweep
Around her mouth
Alphabetical dust

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Adriana is a graduate student and lives in New York City. Her poems and translations have appeared recently in Drunken Boat, Zeek and Kritya.