by Erica Kahn

In a world where fire and ice coexist

Is where you’ll find me

The sun is beaming and slowly bleaching

All the brightly painted buildings that have moldings

Framing their windows


The roads are made of ice

The businessmen with satchels and man purses

Glide to their offices

And pick up hot coffee from an ice cream stand or

Pick up ice cream for breakfast from a coffee shop


It is inevitable

Someone’s toe pick will chip the ice and fall but

When that happens, it’s free and disperses  

The ice dst floats in the air

A fairy is born.


The Venus Flytraps clamber along the sides of the ice roads

Waiting for a fairy to land in its mouth

I skate by, watering the plants

And spare a little drop

That fills the chip in the ice.