i've rarely written poems
about mermaids, not because
i don't relish their existence
-- but because the few occasions
i took note -- their entity dissolved

inside my mind.  all of a sudden,
on a random day, in the shower
about to grab the conditioner
thoughts began to direct
to a simple conceptualized thought

from a netflix original series --
mermaids. i clearly remember
something a new mermaid said,
the act of acquiring a drink of water
will never be same ever again.

the careful consideration, of how
to wield a simple drink and the fear
associated with the discovery
of your true identity, if a drop
absorbs into your skin.

thirst, is an entirely different
ball of wax, especially if i don't
want my tail to make an appearance.

Inspired By Anna Mazzotta, The Pool


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