it's hard said Alice when
even as you try to make polite conversation
the guards arrive
and summon you to the aftermaths
what did I say
what did I do
was it wrong of me
to wear bright blue
how many cherrys and how many pits
and will the equation ever fit
the occasion.
I smooth my dress
I pat my hair
retie my ribbon
beyond despair
they do not know me
from anywhere
I bide my time
in the mirror's glare
excuse myself
and go home.
mary angela douglas 10 july 2023
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