Does the rabbit love her?
(The Queen of Hearts does not.)
If she drinks the “drink me”
will her heart get caught
up in all this wonder? Will she
be late, so late, for a date
with destiny? Will she shrink in
her own skin, too small for all to see?
What of going mad in moonlight
with her (off with her) head all in a spin?
Should she wander, or stay?
Drink the spell or spill the tale?
She petal-ponders, braids the stems
and wears them in her hair.