Alice.

And to think that I was initially just so taken with the crown molding.

What a charming detail in the story we spin
About this boy meets girl next door
And how
You.

Deserve to be capitalized
Italicized
Underlined
And loved
In bold
Sweet cursive
Always.

I have spent too many
Minutes
In boots
Worn so well and also so wrong
I know I still
Take solace in what few things
I've managed to carry on
And sling over my back
On this quest
A self-making wrong things
Feel like
Pretty alright
And all the while I walked and I
Watched
For any signs of life
That somehow made sense to
String together
Like feathers
Tied up in
Unkempt
Unclean
Hair I hold tightly to
In lieu of
You
Before this roof
Like a landing pad
For flying machines

Before I could
Quit squinting into the sun
And just sit here with you
And know that we
Both
Know better than to spill
The cup we share and overflow it may
A surplus
Of sustenance and
Us
With caps lock on
And all the while
When in Rome I really remember
Little anymore
About how far and long and hard
I marched
Stubbornly seeking
The title to this
Deed I knew of only as a
Voyeur
Perhaps
This precious and life-begets-life
Thing and it's everything
But
Our once
well-kept secret
Desperate
I am to tell you of how
You
Make sense
Inside my head we rhyme and
I see pictures often

More than any girl
In times like these ever should
Really-