Alice

I dreamt of my ex-girlfriend last night
She was a lovely lady
With an abundance of grace and class
I was lucky she never chucked me
For the apparent lack of either I possessed

In the dream she had taken a turn for the worst
Riddled her porcelain skin with trashy tattoos
Of barbed wire and beer cans and Confederate colors
She smoked cheap cigars with little plastic tips
This was not the Alice I knew and loved

But neither is the real one anymore.