Monday, January 5, 2026

Memory of a Mermaid

I saws the photo on my brain, burned in like the tattoo on a sailor

his arm hairy and strong from pulling rope

his face sunburned and hard flesh

calloused palms and eyes as clear as vinegar

My life escaped like a mermaid under the water

pristine in its disappearance

like a memory 

or a dream.


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