by Shannon Corr
No one cares for Alice out of Wonderland.
Her House of Cards destitute, it becomes a brothel
and Alice plays the Madame.
A rival establishment just up the street
has the best muslin Alice has ever seen and
she wonders why the poor Hatter never ended it all.
“Happy unbirthday to me . . . ” she whispers as Peter Pan groans.
Alice only counts her coins and spreads her legs now.
She’s late – so very, very late – and there’s no escaping this Wonderland.