gothic
mermaid spearheading my
foreign
altitude and planting
paintings
into my sky eyes.
i
found you weeping on the last
cloud
we dreampt upon. sudden words
damage
our insides but
soon
thereafter their
foreign
legs will mold
the
hardened cement into
a
background smile. i am
your
humble grass hugging
your
feet dancing with your
pelvic
and combing the native
winds
with ready altitude
fingertips.
i was a dry
mermaid
fin this whole
time.
