Alison, the actress, going pale in the sun of California, dreamless.
The arid mountains offer no comfort, but the sea will take me back.
Her eyes, light and cold and full of love, look right through me now.
I look away, softly praying, my lips barely moving.
II
The water is stolen to create a private Eden; paradise is a costly mistake.
Her and her children flourish, while those by the sea are thirsty.
I touch her face on the screen, knowing we are different kinds.
She always levels the threat of a Gun with her Christian words.
III
A mermaid is the chrysalis of a human returning to the sea, halfway back to home and mother.
Like the whales and the walruses, they need the peace of water.
Let the arid city burn bright and endless, nothing remembered.
Deep blue, bottomless and ancient, washes me clean in baptism.
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