She doesn’t simply
tolerate my fairy tales
— when I fall into them
like Alice, down
the rabbit hole.
She grabs my hand
and leaps with me
— eats the other
half of my cakes,
drinks the potions
from my lips.
Together we slay
the Jabberwock!
Then in the end
— hand in hand,
we always go
galumphing back.
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