The light stayed dusky; water gently splattered from the sky.
Tears of tedium; the guts of Humpty Dumpty, raining from the wall of the Earth’s atmospheric dome.
After she caught him sleeping, Alice felt his big fall shake the forest.
Portentous of the lion and the unicorn.
She grabs a pewter ewer filled with water.
ChAlice of ecstasy with which she seeds grails, making them holy.
She wonders if someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah.
The black kitten or perhaps the white one, or maybe that other sweet thing.
Alice shakes her head for no reason except to shake out the sing~song thought “someone’s in the kitchen, I know.”
The diners share a conversation.
“What are your thoughts on this?” he asks, turning to her.
She pours water into his glass, saying, “I think I do not have an opinion regarding the matter.”
“I adore fresh slates,” he says, pupils dilating in anticipation of diatribing.
“Sshhh. I adore not having to opine on inanities,” she replies.
“Strumming on the old banjo,” she thinks.
“What do you call yourself?” he asks.
“Your snake-charmer, making venom drip,” she says.
“Speaking of which, I had to disassemble two outlets to deal with a leak,” he responds to her omitted question.
“When you discovered the outlet wiring goes through the sink of your stomach?”
“Hum. Automatic articultion of your abstract mindscape needs practice. ”
“The sky is so blue.”
“I don’t know.”
“We shall look up the Word.