High Alice-19 (Quarantine Version)

Alice lost, she took a long rest in an unknown place

She thought, where do all these creatures come from

And why are they here

Like in a club of fur

Strange feeling

They must be drawn to something…

They must be missing something

She reaches back through centuries of arms…

We kind of touch through centuries of arms

While hare and fox and doe and deer

Are all trying to find her

Let her sketch out her quarantine

(her pleasure dome)

They must be drawn to something

She must be giving them something

Which makes the waiting better

And I want something better

We all want something better

We are something better

The beautiful sink

The beautiful soap

The faucet, the drainpipe, the ocean

Where I wrote my first poem

With the foam on my skin

Then rinsing off between my thighs

Once I was out with people

I wish I’d given them something

Something that would be better

And I want something better

We all want something better

We’re waiting for something better

We are high

Alice

We’re writing for something better

Alice-19

Alice-19