No Looking Glass Required

by Deborah Breuer

Shimmering in the sunlight
Around soft feminint curves
I stride through my own version of the wonderland
Drinking yarbrett Matte with Madhatters and Chescher Cats
"I'm late, I'm late
For a ver important date,
No time to say Fuck you don't Cry,
I'm late, I'm late, I'm..."

In transition
From human, to goddess, to queen
As I scream,
Diving into flesh,
Fleshy red velvet blankets
Gracefully filling soft silk
(You'd call it skin)

And as I take hold of my metaphorical looking glass
I can't help but wonder in retrospect,
If the rabbit is looking back.


Posted on 01/08/2007
Copyright © 2020 Deborah Breuer

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