Rabbit Love

I am mourning the loss of my newfound rabbit love, who only tolerated me. She escaped, in heat, to what I hope are adventures, but I am afraid – as I cope with fears of Covid, a zoologic pandemic itself, she is vulnerable to Rabbit hemorrhagic disease, a contagious virus with high mortality rates. I have left her favorite treats in her hutch. I am sobbing in the Wash Tub laundromat, vulnerable to infection – I am actually afraid to die.

We are both becoming and begone-ing. Juniper escaped to get laid. She’s a horny rabbit looking for love and I’m a human lost in the mire of interspecies corporeal culpability. What are the possibilities of multispecies shared realities in crisis? We must map together our stories in sickness.