Madelyn Rosenberg The 2River View, 9.2 (Winter 2005)


Maybe she drank what Alice drank;
she speaks of rabbits and tea.
Of feeling small when she covers her hair with the
knit, wool hat that ladies wear
because they are ladies.

She debates over crackers:
Wheat Thins, Triscuits, Wheat Thins.
She buys Sanka and raspberry jam
(Never mind the seeds) and the Triscuits.

At dinner, she says: Those potatoes could be snowballs
The parsley flakes are evergreen
And winter’s so cold in the rabbit hole
Where she surely drank what Alice drank.

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