that ocean fog

dartmouth, NS

a dream

I had a dream I woke up 

screaming. With white sheets tangled

up around me. I was screaming 

in some Bjork flavoured voice. 

I pulled the threads which 

pulled me tighter. I was 

crying. My mom came to 

wake me.

We were all mermaids. 

We had to cross the ocean 

and we did it by swimming 

in large packs of beautiful 

women of all ages. I want 

to bring sirens to the 

surface. Every movement was 

through thick ocean water. 

We started in my living room

All crying over the losses of 

our beloved late women. 

A connection deeper than 

family. We held our 

sacredness so tightly. 

rings and things

It was all so beautiful. 

A pair of almost turns with 

the peachest skin. Lili 

was there at some point. 

We sang as we swam. 

It wasn't evident that we were 

all in the water at first.

Everyone's wrinkles started 

to disappear. The boy with us 

got older and older. We 

told him of our secret. 

(That we were mermaids 

who all spoke french) 

perhaps because we knew 

he would die. He became 

more and more wrinkled.

Then I awoke in 

Julia's bed. The mermaid 

cry still in my 

ears. I wondered if 

I was screaming.

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Is it bad that I know how 

fine we are? Us, women. We, 

mermaids. That I know when 

you leave them (You, men. Them, 

the women I loved long before you) 

all we will have is each other 

and the sea.

The difference between me and 

the women you hurt. The 

ones who pine over you while you 

drift as far/close as sleep and 

weep endlessly for you when 

you've really gone - is I know 

the secret. That we are all 

mermaids. Waiting to return to the sea.

(as it was written Jan 10. 2011)

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