Tag: marisca pichette
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We’re All Mad Here by Marisca Pichette (Orion’s Belt Poetry May 2024)
Why did Alice cross the street? Broken teacups in her wake, baby blue dress torn cesarian scars, red light puddles looking like rabbit holes to nowhere. Punchline: she crossed to stop herself from running, she crossed to hide her tears (cry an ocean to drown in); she crossed hoping none would follow. Late, Alice. Later…