He reigns in his close kingdom. Being big,
I would not reinforce his small, fast strongness
As pre-established subjects with their charms do.
It is not my life’s work to fit into small spaces,
Neither self-imposed sign charts nor a made-up face
For morning errands, orchestrated run-ins.
Sizably, though, there is no demurring, a known bind –
Social acrobatics turn on bending –
Some tight ropes narrow to sabotage my wide feet.
The catlike king, like Alice’s red queen,
Is feisty, ill-proportioned, never sorry
(For who is sorry when he has a kingdom?),
But dramatics upset his royal guts.
It’s seen as selfish to lead him outside town
When I get the white desire all ex-pats get
To raid pressing like a planet on my back,
The unfairness of my size, half-blinding, matching
The infidelity that denies difference again.