Sport 29: Spring 2002
France
France
Your tooth falls out, the fairy comes.
You're pleased someone invented hands.
The days go by in cloaks and masks.
You fight and love the other one
and sometimes long to be alone.
Buy flowers for your room.
Amazed at what your hands can do
you shape the tunnel the train moves through
at speed.
You wonder how the fairy knew
to find you here.
She might have heard
your younger brother, in distress,
lying awake at night
whispering your home address.
(for Felix)