The
Changeling
On
one wall of the ward a mermaid sings the sea to sleep, her mouth a fellatial O.
They painted scales up over her breasts, or kids like me will masturbate at her.
On the other, Jill watches calmly as Jack tumbles down, smiling, as if chasing
his broken crown like a dream. My mind’s eye bolts his golden hair with blood.
Strikes love bites of purple on his pansy-white face.
I secondly
saw the ghost in the mirror, jumping over my image like a hurdle and galloping
toward me with the deliberation of a race horse. Then he crept around the
perimeter of my room so fast he left a girdle of flame in his wake. I woke up with
the russet morning tonguing my window, hollering and thirsty but appeased,
knowing he was a dream, and I am a liar.
I truncated this, because I want to enter it in a contest based in Madison, WI so it needs to not be published. In the final draft I got rid of that great line about the mermaid, so I'm glad it's here for later!
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