Alice-and-Me

Lost one way or the other after you fell, did you pick up the pieces that scattered when you broke against the wall? Here a thumb, an eyelash, half of a wrist. If you drown in someone else's tears, is that murder or suicide? Here's a splinter of bone, a pink slice of your brain- how can you be walking without all these parts? A vein, looped around stubble of ivy. One lung submerged in mud. You create your own story from another tale-- Frankenstein. You become a glued-together girl with  kneecaps where your ears should be. You are a nightmare, if only you had a mirror. You decide there is no better decision for someone who breathes through her fingernails than to have to choose between falling and drowning.