Maybe she drank what Alice drank;
she speaks of rabbits and tea.
Of feeling small when she covers her hair with the
knit, wool hat that ladies wear
because they are ladies.
She debates over crackers:
Wheat Thins, Triscuits, Wheat Thins.
She buys Sanka and raspberry jam
(Never mind the seeds) and the Triscuits.
At dinner, she says: Those potatoes could be snowballs
The parsley flakes are evergreen
And winter’s so cold in the rabbit hole
Where she surely drank what Alice drank.