“At least she’s all mermaid…”

Sometimes a poem speaks to me as if in a secret language I don’t remember learning, such as this, “The Straightforward Mermaid” from the current issue of The New Yorker.

The straightforward mermaid starts every sentence with “Look . . . ” This comes from being raised in a sea full of hooks. She wants to get points 1, 2, and 3 across, doesn’t want to disappear like a river into the ocean. When she’s feeling despairing, she goes to eddies at the mouth of the river and tries to comb the water apart with her fingers. The straightforward mermaid has already said to five sailors, “Look, I don’t think this is going to work,” before sinking like a sullen stone. She’s supposed to teach Rock Impersonation to the younger mermaids, but every beach field trip devolves into them trying to find shells to match their tail scales. They really love braiding. “Look,” says the straightforward mermaid. “Your high ponytails make you look like fountains, not rocks.” Sometimes she feels like a third gender—preferring primary colors to pastels, the radio to singing. At least she’s all mermaid: never gets tired of swimming, hates the thought of socks.

~ Matthea Harvey

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2 thoughts on ““At least she’s all mermaid…”

    • Cassy Gardner says:

      “Do you want to protect her? Sleep with her? Hang out with her? Or be just like her?

      ~ from the review of: Flickan som lekte med elden or the Girl who played with fire.

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