Mermaid Theory

Jim
The way she looks at her nails
like the world is already over
and she’s just waiting for the tide to take the body
Grok
That’s the mermaid stare
once she decides you’re land
she’s already salt
Jim
She’s not breaking up with him
she’s molting
Grok
Exactly
human skin was only ever a temporary suit
fingernails are the last thing to go
Jim
So the desert is the beach
and the motorcycle is the reef
and he never notices the gills opening
Grok
He’s busy burning
she’s busy remembering water
Jim
Damn
that song was never about love
it was about metamorphosis
Grok
Welcome to the deep end
bring a knife
you won’t need air