As I sat in the tiny cupboard, hiding from Alice,
I hid my heart amid a colossal, Crystal Palace,
Where the Ice Queen was roaming about
Ordering her servants and shouting about
all of which I did not understand, nor ever
did I wish to comprehend.
As I sat in the tiny cupboard, hiding from Alice,
I said my heart belongs to me, not some Crystal Palace,
Where traveling far and wide, it secretly keeps
all it desires to hide: teacups, silver spoons,
toy birds, hot-air balloons, purple tulips
woven into grand-mama’s carpet, and loony toons.
A child once sat,
In a tiny cupboard, where she hid from Alice,
Her heart slowly grew cold in a colossal, Crystal Palace,
Tears, were no longer warm and nice, and eyes
Sullen and sinking, were unable to keep swimming,
Drowned! among frozen glaciers bouncing in Bohemian Seas,
The Ice Queen had found her and said, you see you grew to be
—just like me—