shut up, you alice-dorothy hybrid you
with your pillow and your blanket too
click your heels,
click those ruby shoes in the air,
utter-
there's no place like- where?
Tornado through the houses of your friends:
rid the witch of her broomstick,
childish and make-believe, you say
snag the white rabbit,
steal his pocket watch
try on all the mad hatter's hats
and order some more- some more
and ride,
ride you like you've never rode before
on that flying monkey or that dandelion
until your queen-sized mirror screams
OFF WITH HER HEAD
