Lies to make a mermaid like me.

If I could I would wash my hair in raw sewage

as homage to every upright walker

who wished to be a mermaid.

But the truth is, is that

I’ll only damage myself in metaphors

and gaffs—

Let fall loose this mouthful of trash

and try to find a piece that’s still clean

And gift it to you

like a kindergartner

who doesn’t know that a dandelion is a weed yet.