I once knew the elves
of Cheshire and drank their
potions eagerly, begging for
just one more drop

they live in shrunken houses
and drink fine ales and organic wines,
yet they fast till dusk

if you haven’t done their
bidding they draw cedar wands
adorned with crystals,
casting strange spells read
from mass-produced
pamphlets

they watch their mirrors like
televisions– as should
we all, they say, pressing buttons
on each palette to find their
favorite channel

their long eyelashes pierced my pupils
anytime I stumbled upon
the irises they sheltered, which
were generally of blue or green:
an egotistical forget-me-not or
a dull and uninterested emerald.

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Alex LeGrys graduated from Bard College in 2023 with a bachelor’s degree in sociology. Her poetry has appeared in Apricity Press, Better than Starbucks, The Whistling Shade, Bonfire Lit, and Blue Lake Review.