Today's poem is by Alysse Kathleen McCanna
The Mermaid
She comes to me phantasm, midnight-
scale. Her upside-down boat, my wet bell:
into the anchor's chain, reach for her slick
soon, drowns his fists & sways the moon,
my visionher fishface echoesagainst
for the blur of boat that signals his return.
She manipulates another fleshy bite
and the world monochromes. Gasping
of my mouth. She sighs a promise of gills
into the mirrored world, her mouth
she promises a shipwreck
blurry, my wishwife in salmon petticoat,
flushed flutter and click of her pink- & grey-
seaweed cloud, indigo rust, her pitted coral
cheek. I pocket bubbles, knot my fingers
neck and a sip of breath. O widow, hail
the siren's ruin: she promises a shipwreck
tomorrow he'll be no more. Sand notches
my cheek: awake, ashore. I steady
the horizon and begin the day's search.
Fisherman, sailor, husband. Scanning
A friend invites me for sushi, her tongue tempting
with superwhite tuna melting like a pat of butter.
with her chopsticks. The pink flash
of her tongue carries me back into dream
in the moon pool, all silver-blue and seasalt-
white, her line cast, hook fast in the corner
but still I hear his fist, hard and steady,
keeping time. Our diving bell sinks deeper
hard against mine in this, our last act,
final art. O widow, hail the siren's ruin:
soon, drowns his fists & sways
the moon, tomorrow he'll be no more.
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