Wonderland

I want to fill your hands
          like a stainless steel flask
                I want you to eat
           and drink me, like Alice . . .
    
Before this I could’ve
                never answered the question,
       When?
               because the looming answer
                             seemed so timed. . .
                                           [against unknown
                                                              odds
                                              running towards
                                                     sdrawkcab
                                                              clocks]

    Somewhere, your spirit is smirking
                       I know you, you said, &
                                    I asked, why is a
                                  raven like a writing
                                                 desk?

–LM