i feel like a rabbit
going from burrow to burrow
ducking into the light
momentarily shocked
by my own shadow
before driving into
the next parking garage

it may be the chemicals
in my brain
drifting in and out
of functionality
but it feels as if
the sky is falling down
as i await the inevitable
and indisputable collapse
of the cerulean dome

tucked into a small spot
in the northwest corner
listening for the sirens
tiny bunny heart
jackhammering ivory ribs
trying to breathe
as the rusted iron bands squeeze
pinprick pupils impaled
by the security guards
and their hunting dogs
seeking a scared rabbit
lost in the warrens of
subterranean dallas