I wonder how real people live she says
Tucking the universe into her pocket
The pink sky falls on her cheeks
Like dappled apples
Sprinkled from the sky
She hops down from the window
Straightens her dress
And her hair
Rather elaborately
I would imagine
Tea and cakes at noon
Sandwiches and milk for supper
She traces her fingers over the floor
You can see all the stains in this light
It’s just like a story
But backwards
Hatter would make sense of it
He never made it to the end of tea
Or the beginning
He fell asleep before we poured a single drop
Last night circles her lips
I look in the mirror
The same circle drawn upon my face
A trail of filth and words
We are quite the conundrum
Not quite awake
Never asleep
I wonder how real people live she says
Tucking the universe into her pocket
The pink sky falls on our cheeks
Like dappled apples
Sprinkled from the sky
We lie on the floor
Breathing in
Everything we will ever be.
