Against the bedlam of
My psyche
Few things go
Unscathed.
“All mimsy are the
Borogoves
And the mome raths
Outgrabe.”
Too sickening are the
Honeyed scents
That permeate
The air.
Too nauseating is the
sight
Of a raw flame’s
Glittering stare.
But if you enter
Tacitly I
Can do my very
Best
To tidy up the
Disarray
And shade you from
The rest.
Ali Kochik is a fourth-year English major with minors in Journalism and Women’s & Gender Studies. AK908461@wcupa.edu