The Looking Glass

The Looking Glass

She argues against depth, and yet she hopes to dissapear through the looking glass;
where she borrowed her personality from Alice a long time ago.
The spaces between her fingertips are where her terrors of adult sexuality lie.
She tries to fill her life with lightbulbs, bowling shoes, ashtrays, pomegrants, and typewriters.

Through the windshield she's a homegrown blackhole, a false vacuum bubble.
This is her world where the lovers are fated to never meet.
It's a movie oyu may have seen which takes a phenomenal form she calls "lack".

"She's an absence," parents say. "A weed-smoking, breakdancing, lyrical scan of childhood."
But the jokes on them, because under oblivious eyes she could write the saddest poem tonight, on a carpet of ash, bombarding them with abstract splatters of an invisible world, and abandon them all for a pixy stick in the house of detention.