Imagine how a fairy would feel

Plucked from the woods like a flower

Alone & afraid

"Get a job, make money, or starve."
"Do more of this, less of that."

My head still hurts from the pounding engines
The gasoline fumes make me cough.

My back aches from washing dishes
I can't get the bleach out of my fingers.

But what I'm worried about most is the forest...

I, without a forest to live in,
her, without a fae to live in within her,
we are one, wed together by fate & love.

So I clock out & I go to the woods.

Hoping to find crystal clear waters,
I find a dead fish.
Hoping to find the yarrow & ramps,
I find invasive garlic mustard.

What else was there to do but weep?