I am Alice. Eat me, I grow taller.
Drink me, I grow blind. Don’t fall asleep first because
I cannot stand the electroplux of elusive trip-hop orgasm
& I never feel alone except after sex. The instant when
your chest grows heavy is when I hate you most. I want to
go home: deliver a hurricane. The room is chilled. I am
unreasonable now. “What’s wrong?” you
ask, but your lids are shut-eye and I could be anyone. Your
hipbones gouge me like a cough. Right now I am considering
the blunt object that pains me all too often & the soothsayer
who warned against penetrators.