Apr/May 2000 Poetry


by Jody Amaya



We used to make love mad-hatterly
on magical manic nights when
the sliver moon stabbed the sky
and you cut me with the queen of hearts
left in your eyes.

You said it was all a dream
so I drank from your overflowing cup,
jumped into wonderland
and you unzipped my butterfly again, and then
the big red pill wore off.

So you pulled a cunning Cheshire cat-trick
and left me wandering alone
topsy turvy as Humpty Dumpty
still drunk from the sweet wine of lies
you thought I might never learn
its vintage.


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