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.
It’s horrible,
And it takes a green-skinned
Creature with gills and scales
To understand that,
That  half-human tendency of mine.

1. seraphimsmiles said: This is not a stupid poem. It’s beautiful. I feel like this too.
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