Like Alice
I'm too big.
I'm too small.
I can't I fit in,
fit into this, rabbit hole world,
any more than I did the other,
the above ground world.
Both can't be wrong,
can they?
It must be me
that doesn't fit,
that can't be made
to fit into them.
Me that's wrong.
Both worlds can't be wrong,
can they?
First published in Poetry Breakfast, September 2016
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