About trading my voice and scales away
When I fell into the air
and happily drowned:
I happily said, air drunk
Love mad—
All the years after
Keeping peace
Between sea and land
Ensuring everyone was happy
Because I thought that meant
I was happy too;
And the water feels better
And my scales have returned
With my voice, rougher,
As the air fills with smoke,
The land’s eroding and
I better understand my bargains
With love and happiness.
And I sink into it
Not quite one thing or
Another any more
And definitely not happy
With anyone
Who thought it useful
For me to change
So they could stay the same.
(Editors’ Note: “A Mermaid Looks at 40” is read by Erika Ensign on the Uncanny Magazine Podcast, Episode 70A.)
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