gasping

The day you’ve waited for
is here.
I am the
split lipped
tongue bit
tangle hair’d mermaid
with the
broken tail.
I was so jealous of your legs.
I even loved it when
you kicked me.
And now,
you’re walking away
and I am sinking down
into this whiskey and blood,
into this liquid
that I can’t even
drowned in.

all the good

Last night
I dreamt
I was drinking
French Roast Hazelnut
with cream and
3 sugars
while you danced
in the grass.
And in the brush pile,
where the birds and squirrels
were gossiping about your
Old White Man Shuffle,
a raccoon sat watching,
wishing he could take off his mask
and join you
again.