You look like someone
I used to know.
Have you seen how far the rabbits go?
Down holes the addicts burrowed—
Thinking they might find their key.
“It doesn’t fit the door, you know.
You have to shrink,
You have to grow.”
On all those whispered voices
Float clear bottles of Drink Me.
It’s time to grab your sword and go
Did he love you?
We can’t know
But all those white blue tablets
Can’t paint smiles on a queen.
You look like someone that I knew
Her face was fair,
Her eyes were blue
Take off your silly heels, my love
And go home, Emily.
They don’t serve tea in Wonderland
And you should let them be.
— “Emily” - Shawna Howson (Feb ‘12)