alice astray

i am lost in this place
a regular alice
in a land filled
with abstruse
wonders
dinah mews plaintively
but i am
gone
my ears already
filled, assailed by
shouts of
off with her
head —
but there is
more than just one
evil queen
clamoring in my
ear;

it is my
unbirthday
and the cheshire cat's
vanishing grin
is a contradiction to the
tempest in my head
a neverending
nightmare
and suddenly the
barriers break and
i am flooded with
tears, a
deluge of all that
i wish i was;

but even
the caterpillar's
smoke rings make
me dizzy and
this pack of
cards just might
foretell my
future;

or perhaps it
is already written
in the stars —
where i long
to be.