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Three rabbit thoughts // Juliet Cook

It's hard for me to visualize a large shark shivering. So it must be

baby sharks with no parents, teaching themselves to swim then

repeatedly shivering down. Half of them will drown and anyway

nobody really likes the way things come out of their head.

The way they open their little mouths and show their teeth.

I can relate even though I can't swim because nobody likes rabbit teeth


I think I used to have a mother, but now I'm by myself.

I think my mom's teeth got knocked out when she was hit by a car.

To make myself feel better I sometimes pretend that all the wildflowers are


and none of them mind getting stuck in my teeth.


Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and dark red explosions. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications. You can find out more at

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