September 25, 2014

Alice after Wonderland

The bedroom reeks of really old sweat.
Alice has risen up from wonderland,
Waking with an adventure-woozy head.
Her slippers do not fit. Her hand

Combs a few hairs down flat. She steps
Out of her gown. Everything shivers.
The mirror is mist, her breath is bitter.
The night escapes her porous flesh.

Little girl Alice is back in time.
Gazing back through her wizened up eyes
She sees on the farther side of her dream,
A woman ugly with reality.

---Bernard Dewulf
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

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