Not letting go of my fairy’s hand
we leave my mother behind.
she leads the way and
i land on the grassy pixie sticks
next to tootsie roll tree trunks
with green cotton candy leaves
and caramel apples.
Flowers of starburst
fruit have just blossomed and I get thirsty so
I walk over to the pond of ice milk cream,
and look down at the
grassy pixie sticks that extend to
marshmallow clouds of sugar.
They begin to rain jelly beans and skittles
turning chocolate bar houses into
Hershy’s Chocolate syrup mud that I
can cross over on
bridges of twizlers
to get to my favorite part,
the gum drop mountains.
I indulge myself
for all the hours of the night
because when it’s time to leave,
mom will only feed me
Slim Fast drinks and
© Jennifer Bernhards, November 2002