As She Likes It:
Found Poems from Chapter IX of Lewis Carroll’s
Through the Looking Glass
For Warmth
Two,
or three
at a time.
Sometimes,
as many as five.
Five?
Of course—
five times as warm!
Talking to Herself
He came to the door,
corkscrew in hand.
I sighed, gave it up
like Humpty Dumpty.
He wanted to punish
the fish.
The roof came off—
I couldn’t remember
my name.
Just So
I meant the other
way…
that’s a poor way of
doing things—
only on Thursdays.
