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Sometimes I wish I were Alice,
carrying a flask of Drink Me
with a pocketful of Eat Me
in my pinafore,
but I don’t have a pinafore
to hide cakes to make me grow,
just this flask full of fluid
to shrink me.
I drink and drink,
pray it doesn’t run dry
before I disappear completely.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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