A thousand invisible groundworkers

I bought some white candy floss yesterday.
It looked and felt like a cloud, etc etc.
When my teeth chopped through it
a thousand invisible groundworkers
the enamel off my canines and molars.
The February rain was Dr Thomas’s spit
bursting through his mask.
The wind sliced through me
like the dental floss I never bought.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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