With Fins I Fly
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
When was a young girl, my grandmother once told me,
“You will turn into a mermaid if you stay in the bathtub.”
So I stayed,
Until my fingers were wrinkly raisins,
Puckered with time,
White as the bottom of the feet I had no more.
At least, I thought,
You’ll never catch me.