White Rabbits

She’s seeing them again 
(she’s late, so late) 
and questioning her sanity 
and her size. 

Drink me, shrink me 
calls the brew
(she’s late, so late) and there are two 
twins to ponder. 

She wonders 
what the Queen of Hearts will say 
when she sees these tears. 

No matter, anyway. 
We’re all mad here. 


Catching up. This was yesterday’s poem.

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2 Responses to White Rabbits

  1. Loved your last line. Well done.

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