Nursery

We opened the door to the fairy house

& took our tea on matching pebble seats.

Somehow we got out of there alive

though something crystalline of us

remains in that dark, growing its facets.

We opened the door to the fairy house

at the oak’s black ankle. You asked

What could happen? as you disappeared

somehow. We got out of there alive

the strange tea still warm in our bellies.

Inside, our hosts gave damn few answers.

Who built that door? Is this a fairy house?

They had no faces yet. We spoke

into their quince-bud ears. You wept.

Somehow we got out of there alive

though we didn’t quite return. Our life

is different now we’ve drunk the tea.

They’re alive somehow. I got us out.

Why did you open the door to the fairy house?