Poems of the Week

Wonderland Town

by Nora Jay

“New York woman discovers secret apartment behind bathroom mirror …
[She] finds open windows and a heap of trash bags. She also discovers an empty water bottle, which she calls a ‘sign of life’.”
The Guardian

Alice peeks behind the glass
And discovers—not, alas,
Dotty knight or grinning cat,
But a dismal sort of flat,
Less suggesting real estate
Than a hidden packing crate,
Trashy, empty, cold, too small
For the thinnest Hare to call.
“My unbirthdays,” Alice grunts,
“Must have all arrived at once.”