Bunny Heart


There is a horse in the clearing,
A cloud in the sky,
A wave on the shore,
And each stands for the unspeakable;
I am heartless.
And by that I don’t mean without a heart,
But my heart is so bloated with anger, loss and memories,
That it is a black sore,
Hardly recognizable as an organ of love.
I want to lay down with the horse,
Nestled against its fur and warmth,
A forest bunny covered in damp leaves,
Looking upwards at the clouds,
My eyes cups of tears and my ears twitching,
My heart opening in waves,
Liquid streaming like salt water, like blood, like everything I forgot,
Pumping, pumping open.

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About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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