Poems Niederngasse Laura Madeline Wiseman   Vantage   He’d come to own up to it. A fairy, a wand of sparkles, an alcoholic embrace. No magic, just chance.   he stood indifferent hard pressed tee-shirt ready cocked smile and my desire a tangible like a first kiss or the parting of branches.   But still, we had our hour under a sycamore he watched me as you’d watch something wild caught screeching in the wind. I thought: cast a spell. If it didn’t work. If this was false. I didn’t care. But   I didn’t know that I would kiss him that night and he would lick the fairy dust from the cracks of her teeth the next. h Laura Madeline Wiseman is an adjunct professor at the University of Arizona. Short stories and poems are recently published or forthcoming in 13th Moon, Dispatch, Meowpower, Sage of Consciousness, Verbsap, Familiar, Poetry Motel, The New Verse News, and The Comstock  Review.  website h