Whenever I’m tired,
I think of mermaids.
In the light of my thick-backed T.V.
My mind lingers, half-asleep,
Dreaming of water clean and clear
And wet hands braiding my hair.
And whenever I’m tired,
I want to be touched by everyone
Except by those who want to
Touch me; I am always disgusted
By the people that love me.
And it takes a green-skinned
Creature with gills and scales
To understand that,
That half-human tendency of mine.