An excerpt; a poem by Danielle Gugler called
alice wonders
when did
old
become an overcoat
heavy on her back
causing her shoulders to round
like a bow
her chest, and her breasts
to surrender to concave
and her head to nod
before its time
it seems she was young
when she arrived here
skipping no hopping
up to this long stretch of bar
where she ordered
a cool corona and
a slice of lime
this is rather like
like a tea party
she remembers saying
now
she is a madwoman
hoping for a bit of magic
not caring a whit
about what is poison
she chooses the bottle that says
“drink me”
and shrinks quietly in her seat
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