I was born in the rabbit hole.
I never had the luxury of falling in.
No psychedelic free falls for me
Just harsh landings. On my ass.
I sipped mad tea out of a baby bottle.
With a side of scribbled rice paper.
Then, vodka.
I smoked my share with ugly slugs.
Before frying them with my looking glass.
Stole it from my dad.
Speaking of looking glasses…
Mine lied to me.
Reflections were discussions of deflections/restrictions
They said: play the cards you are dealt
My cards articulate. We debate. Negotiate. Not simple.
I’ve been given Cheshire cat smiles from men since twelve.
I now uncoil my own.
Around linear teeth and up considerable eyes.
I, too, change spots. I have to. I will.
I’ve met characters of renown.
Danced with many a bitchy queen.
Sat on a throne. Been tossed off. Again and again.
Round, dumb men have cycled after me, past me, behind me.
I trip them- nefariously.
I open my eyes.
Still here.
A croquet ball ricocheted off locked doors.
Into my lap.
Bruises.
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