issue 6: FAIRYTALE
In the end the choices were all conventional.
They floated apart like dandelion seeds,
marriage mortgage children, make a wish.
They had talked of pooling money to
'get on top of the system' but it crashed over
each of them like a wave and after a while
they didn't come back up.
It's hard to build a raft if you keep the water level
just high enough—knock them off
their feet, keep them reaching.
Dreams drift over the horizon, pink clouds
fade to navy blue. A silver moon rises
over opaque waters and the warm
gold lights of houses are very far away now.
lives in Cambridge and can often be found on a bike with a singing toddler, or on Twitter @WheelerTara.