Underland by Geraldine Clarkson

(after that man ‘Lewis’)

Towards winter solstice, Alice
can no longer cope with groping down blind alleys,
being groped by creatures she doesn’t
comprehend, in places obscure
to her. She has issues
with size, this human yoyo, no permanence and issues
between her thighs, no liniments. No
malice. Just a sweet intrinsic no
to everything. A refusal
to go along. This long winternight
is ritual to her, good rich black
fostering. Freedom
from his wittering.

From: https://andotherpoems.com/2017/12/21/three-poems-by-geraldine-clarkson-2/

Date: 2017

By: Geraldine Clarkson (19??- )

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