The Rabbit, T. Gordon

The Rabbit

By Tina Gordon

There is a little old porcelain statue of a white rabbit that sits on my windowsill and stares at me when I am trying to write. "What are you looking at, bunny?" I ask. And the rabbit says,"You! It's you I'm looking at, you numbskull! Why don't you turn me around so I can look out the window instead of staring at your dumb ass?" I laugh and say, "Sucks to be a statue, huh?" And then I go back to my writing in triumph,"Ha, ha! I am in control of something!"