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With Fins I Fly

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

— Friedrich Nietzsche


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.


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