Washed Diary

nothing new on the horizon
he said putting apart his binoculars
and I grew smaller and smaller
till he remembered he’d only
dreamed of me

poisoned mermaid
you said upon arriving
and I knew naught to do
but fondle those vulnerable ears
preventing them from silence
and from the fishy smell

and far beneath the curtain
I started the unwinding

thin wires surrounding now my scales
like words