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inquired the caterpillar
by Rachelle Howewe were talking
and i noticed your thumb
twitched every-other-second.
you were nervous then, i could
only guess, only assume,
(even though assumptions
build nothing but mass confusion,
but mistakes...)
our words were birthed
from the womb of our lips,
and we were like Alice,
(one side will make you bigger,
and one will make you smaller...)
and i shrunk with each bitter bite,
each tone of resentment.
(whoareyou? he asks, taking a puff..)
and i, in that moment,
couldn't remember.) 08/20/2002 Posted on 08/20/2002
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/08/03 at 03:07 AM any poem with reference to alice in wonderland has me smiling... althought the tone here is not one of joy, your words still ring through like a hot knife through butter... excellent.... blessings... |
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