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Down in a Rabbit Hole

by Rachel C Johnson

Alice in Wonderland had nothing on girls living in America,
where dreams come true, so much more than
following the white rabbit down his hole,
to the pit of all insanity--because we don’t have to travel
so far to find that core

Take a subway, walk three blocks, break a heel
on your pretty new shoes, and call yourself a woman
of tomorrow, using superglue in the strangest
of places. You wouldn’t call yourself home, in these
alleyways stained with yesterdays,
and the seats on the subway are always different:
new people, new places, new ideas to fulfill,
all the while walking on a newly heeled sole;
balancing on tip-toe and hoping that those seats are all
empty, so you have something to fall into.

Rabbit holes don’t usually come on trains.
And all the gentlemen are mad to help you up,
because you’re independent now.

01/16/2006

Author's Note: This isn't wonderful, and I'm probably mad for having written it, but I felt like writing, so I did.

Posted on 01/16/2006
Copyright © 2010 Rachel C Johnson

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