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MADONNA OF THE RABBIT
- The Yale Review
- Johns Hopkins University Press
- Volume 104, Number 2, April 2016
- p. 82
- 10.1353/tyr.2016.0089
- Article
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8 2 Y M A D O N N A O F T H E R A B B I T M A X F R E E M A N I wonder if maybe I was born With a bike helmet over my vagina. I’ve been saving myself so long I don’t know what I’m saving. I know my virginity is backwards. Sometimes I do think, so what? In a painting, the virgin holds A white rabbit with her left hand. Against her deep blue robe Its whiteness is nearly neon. Through the warm fur she feels The swift contractions of its heart. Is it the rabbit that makes her happy? Why hasn’t it made me happy? If someone else touches her rabbit She’ll die, like the painter’s wife. This cross I’m nailed to is stupid And inevitable, or is it? Well, we all misunderstand The mystery of sex in our own ways. ...