The Mermaids Sing to Me

Mermaid Song
by Kim Addonizio
         for Aya at fifteen 

Damp-haired from the bath, you drape yourself  
upside down across the sofa, reading,  
one hand idly sunk into a bowl 
of crackers, goldfish with smiles stamped on.  
I think they are growing gills, swimming  
up the sweet air to reach you. Small girl,  
my slim miracle, they multiply. 
In the black hours when I lie sleepless,  
near drowning, dread-heavy, your face  
is the bright lure I look for, love's hook  
piercing me, hauling me cleanly up.
Published in: on February 28, 2007 at 9:14 pm  Leave a Comment  

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