Alice in Festival Land
by claire
bare thighs cling to one another
arms entangled to extend
an erect index fingers salute
and merge the faceless/nameless/ageless
as one ocean
limp in the swell, ebb and tide
of the backless/boneless/breathless
Depthless
mascara lashes eyes
black rabbit-hole pupils
hide behind sunglasses
empty
Alice, I know who I was when I got up this morning,
but I think I must have been changed several times since then.