mermaid nostalgiaI swam out into the seaover the moving waves and cloudy lightmy body, my bones, my hair floatingovercome by the monolithic body of salt andthe flickering wisps of colors and dreamsthe blinking fluorescent light of the bar signsinking to the bottom, tangled in algae and anemonesyour irises, encased in their white museum frames, with dark sharp attachments to keep swimmers at baythrough their waters, forced back by the jelly slickness like gossamer glasswork of the human eyeI see myself moving, through the oceans crashing up against your visionthe greens and greys slowly calling me away in siren's tongue, towards the skylinewh
eCHOMy work is in word-flesh But often my words don't come out rightThey come out covered in grime from my headTangled in purple wire and golden threadsThey wander around, confused from their birthsTheir bellies still bleeding from where I inserted their meaningsThey're fragile, my words, they break easilyThey're born boneless and legless- they can only crawl awayThey ache from their purpose, they're sickly, hungryYearning, my words, they're looking for a cureThey can barely hold their light weightsThe letters sag, the slashes wilt, the cavities echoThe empty white page smothers their legacyTheir destiny, my words are destined Their