mcdonald's magic (true story for those who don't believe in fairytales)

last night i met a tiny magician.
she led through the passageways of a mcdonald's playhouse
blue orange green slides, tunnels, ladders
her little nose wrinkled as i struggled
her sweet voice pushed me forward
'shhh' she whispered and pointed. 'the pirates live there, and they're
eating breakfast.'
all i saw was plastic tubing, but i smiled. nodded. tried to think like her.
'you can help me' she kept saying
but we both knew
it was her wand
that suspended us
one drop of logic
and the oversized child and tiny magician
would fall.