the mock turtle
i am alice; you: white rabbit.
i want to follow you
down rabbit holes to tea parties
i want to know
all of your mad hatters
and chesire cats
i want crawl into your smallest hallways
and pay no attention to the awkwardness of dreaming.
come and celebrate this
and all of your unbirthdays with me
i am mock turtle; you: dormouse.
we’re both on trial
for the same thing
the accusations of a girl who isn’t guitly
of anything but deep sleeping.
and dreaming.
we ate the things that say ‘eat me’.
and drank those that demand to drink
maybe that’s the problem all along.
as our bodies grew
to unnatural sizes
we looked for something new
to make the growth stop
we never solve the problem,
just conform to normativity.
merry unbirthday.
i won’t conform for them.
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reading yr poetry makes me happie. even when its so old i cant remember what i was thinking i read it for the first time so long ago. perhaps even more so. in light of the fact that. i like remembering about you the things i forget.