On the morning of the first day of every month
my daughter visits me in bed
whispers Rabbit Rabbit
a mythic practice she believes
will bring us a month
of good luck my mumbles taste like
mushrooms or decay
but she smells like cocoons of ocean salt
and we all know
oceans feel like horizons of dangerous hope
so instead of building an ark 
for a flooded future
we’ll build some AI that jostles a user
into drifting into each month
toward worlding or rewilding herself
since a rabbit is a perfect
creature familiar and warm like a small child
I now believe we can sell hope
and monetize tranquility
the fleeing feeling 
I felt so often as a boy
when I had my own rabbit named Thump
who lived in a cage
of pellets and straw and every spring
when I’d release him in my mother’s garden
where beloved leaping mechanisms
would kick in 
back then there were no customized feeds
just handfuls of straw 
grainy alfalfa and Thump’s 
dainty hard droppings 
piled below which I shoveled
into the woods so fragrant I felt like I was living 
in some kind of permeable
presence so where
is the platform that will guide our ears 
to all these sensorial signs
where is our fur’s luck
forgotten in a jacket pocket?