She thought
She thought maybe she could love me
But she was caught between comfort and chaos
She thought she could have it and eat it
In both ways she could affirm and also assimilate
But the upshot was not what it seemed to be
The invisible constraints keep one in place
She couldn’t decide to be Alice or to be the Queen
But no matter, the importance of it all unraveled at the seams.
I love this - the dichotomy of being/living/choosing - beautifully expressed!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading Five Willows poetry, Olive.
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