The Bottom

By Grace Ann Elinski

Like Alice, I read no labels
Yet I’m surprised every time
Ironically enough

Condensation runs down my thumb
To make my watch glisten
The time is wrong
The time is always wrong

Bitter, you are
And sometimes sweet like candy
Cherry and all

I go down, down
You keep me up, up
My hell makes you look like heaven

A false idol, you are
I fall on my knees
At school they wonder
What the bruises are from

Full throttle down Fortification
I look left and I look right
Are you there, Richard?
Don’t turn on your lights

Ah, that’s the neon I like to see
Open, it says
Flickering like lightning
Buzzing like bees

Why do I keep going to bonfires
Drenched in gasoline?

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