Alice

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Abstract

You are tumbling, down through the rabbit hole, grasping at air, and she is putting you to the test. She asks: what is the word for that feeling you get when your eyes blur and you see only shadows on your skin? Dread, you say, and she nods. Then: The name for white wine that tastes of limestone? Pass. Which means: fail. You could make up a word, but what would be the point? She is losing interest, checking her phone, glancing across the room. She asks, What is the word for when you are falling, and the ground is nowhere near; and all you can do is speak out the names of things you know? You don’t answer; all you know is that naming gives us nothing, not even the ground beneath our feet
LanguageEnglish
TypePoem
PublisherNot Very Quiet: Journal for Women's Poetry
Number of pages1
Place of PublicationCanberra
ISBN (Electronic)2208-4126
StatePublished - 16 Sep 2018

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