Wanted it to be dirty
Everything about it
Something with scum around the edges
Just one of those spots
You can’t not notice, want it or not
A black film veiling the pool tiles
Submerged in stale water
Capped with leaves turning soft
Their skeletons engorged
Hair strands clogging gutters
Both turned slimy in forced limbo
Crescents of chlorine rimming drains
The water is stagnant
Hot and seeming to steam, the
Inescapable embrace of sun
Wish you were here
Like a lost posted card
Mailed late to a lately lost lover
A glimmer among the murk
It appears to move
Maybe just drifting, as eyes are prone to
Flashing spots, the heat so cruel
Lapsing needs, too late
Obscured amongst her biology
Peeling spots, dark round red
Crusting the deck’s bleached abrasion
They’re hers as was the fin
Overflowing green lava
Mold sputters from spaces dank
Thought forgotten until clogged
A rare shadow at the deep end
Clinging and clung upon
The tail wavers halfway stuck in
Valuable no longer
Useful then, only once
Privilege nascent of neglect, abuse
Paler than the leaves, chlorinated putty
Fine bone structure beneath
Bloated scales once shiny
No howl no scream-done-small splash
He muttered she heard
Don’t want a mermaid no longer, Woman
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