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
drilled
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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