Faerie Drill*

 

Each day must whimsy

A kindness, a cement truck

Calculus of the usual commute torture

 

Go under the microscope

Veins in the green over grey, grey over green, oops – the grey grey

The fairy fly terminate in hairlike fringe

 

Full body vibration as earth charged flesh with a zing zazz

Tectonic nerve tissue

Excavation of bones for romance

 

We held hands beneath the dirt

We wanted to be trees

 

*with thanks to Kevin for conjuring the concept of faerie drills