Your answering machine is asking questions.
- Anon
You're not sure it's a question
and you're trying to convince yourself
that you couldn't care less
but you know that you do . . .
You know that lately it's been a rabbit hole
and that in the dream you had drilled down
to your old neighborhood
now in disrepair
and confided to your friend who died
of a heart attack on the tennis court
30 years ago at 39 . . .
Your afterimage brought you to your knees
and has been texting you incessantly . . .
You've said you want out . . .
So you put aside the question
in question, and think again
about Alice, in disguise, in your dream,
wearing one of those huge hats
in the manner of the Red Queen
and carrying on about why words
can be made to mean
so many different things
which again opens the door
to the conundrum
waiting for you in the fun house mirror . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |