Fairy Panic, illustrated by Lauren Ari
My
kid emerges crying from her room.
Figure
it’s another grumpy rising.
Muster
pre-coffee patience for drama.
Wonder
what’s the plot. Favorite socks missing?
Honey
spread too thin? No, she’s deep in gloom—
Her
tooth—fuck me! Her front tooth was waiting
all
night long for a distracted fairy.
No
cash, not even a note this morning!
The
resident spirits negligently
fell
asleep before their task was performed.
She
sobs into the shirt she pulls on. We,
meanwhile,
hurriedly collect three singles
in
a red envelope, calligraphy
sign,
hot potato it to the fishbowl.
Lauren
cries, “Look! By the fish—there’s something.”
She
comes, wipes her eyes, collects her windfall.
“So
weird,” she sniffs. “They ignored my pillow.”
By Lauren Ari |
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