Ziplock bag. So tiny. Dust on a mirror. Then gone.
Wonderland was. Many things at once. But never good.
I still went back to chase the rabbit. Every day for a year.
I grew big and then little and then big again.
Hats and Cheshire cats. My life unfolded like a note.
Every crease: a line I chose to cross.
It took years to fold my life back into a shape.
Origami crane. Cootie catcher from fifth grade.
A paper rabbit reminiscent of the chase.
Never caught it, but it still darts from place to place.
Crystal Ignatowski's poetry has been featured in or is forthcoming from Cotton Xenomorph, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Barren Magazine, Four Way Review, and more. She is currently the Assistant Editor of Flypaper Lit. She lives and writes in Oregon. Twitter: @crysignatowski.