Jackalope Ears by Herb Lily Gerhard (16, California)

When the world crashes around me 
I tend to think in anniversaries and anniversaries only
It becomes one month since it happened 
Two, three 
It’s been a week more that I’ve lived with it than without
​I’m not sure why I do it 
I don’t know why I do most of what I do 

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It’s more like a personal custom 
Than a thing with rhyme or reason 
The things I do with reason 
Don’t usually rhyme
I’m made of jumping rabbits 
With eyes filled with fire 
It’s been six months 
Seven, Eight, Nine 
A year 
The memories of it become fuzzy every time
But the emotions are always just as clear 
A year and two months 
Is an awful long time to 
Not know how to tie your shoes

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