what is it that covers your lips?…
from wax stained sticks,
you named "liddell"
with fourteen year old hips
alice… oh alice..
who slits that crescent like moon you call a smile?
is it i?…is it i?… between "h" and "m",
to them you are their fourth known child
alice… oh alice..
won't you let me steal 1000 words...
I'll turn you black and white,
before your body grows,
into a soiled bed of new ferns..
