I’m a mermaid,
but only part-time.
I guess there just aren’t a lot of full-time mermaid positions available in Idaho.
I struggle to fulfill the demands of my position in a landlocked state,
but I scrape by on a room full of seashells and sand dollars.
This is the only job I've known since my skin felt saltwater for the first time.
I am a mermaid who fought my creator, a sea god.
A lesser god, never in love with the sea, but his temper was as turbulent as her storms,
crushing little boats between heavy hands.
Yet there is a difference. The ocean drowns all sailors just the same.
My father only ever hit me.
The land would not have me, the god of the sea would kill me,
and I am drowning underneath the weight of both.