What if wonderland

   
 
was the underbelly
of the world alice
thought they knew
 
the rabbit hole  
being the spine
they fell through,
 
alice watches  
a pocketwatch
ticking inside
their ribcage
 
as tea slowly
pumps around
their blue china  
thread veins,
 
further down
alice greets
a posse of
whispering
flower buds
 
that bloom slowly  
singing golden  
afternoon in  
their stomach,
 
spinning around  
as their blue and  
white clothes  
puff inside  
and out  
 
chesire cat  
greets alice  
mirroring their  
kidneys with  
his infamous
wink and a  
cackle,
 
after the fade
of mirroing smiles
alice spirals into  
pelvic matter
 
watching clouds  
rise up in strange  
letters and riddles  
 
as caterpillar  
weaves his pipe  
in shapes and  
questions alice
cannot seem  
to fathom,  
 
entering their
boiling room
of a bladder
alice floats  
past steam
 
coming from
a parade of
weird sized
teapots &
teacups
 
dancing on
an oversized
table made  
up of three,
 
we meet again
dear Alice says
Mad Hatter  
 
you look a  
little different
than before  
the March  
Hare yells
 
Doormouse
snoozes away
in the tiniest  
teacup with
no care in
the world,
 
I must have
been made up  
from all of this
 
not that I expect  
anybody to get
this nonsense
 
because all
this nonsense
is actually me,
 
you are all living  
embodiments  
singing and  
dancing in  
every part
of me
 
says  
dear  
Alice.