i. to the old fisherman i once loved,
you are prehistoric and bleeding
salt water and broken fish bones
like the red sea's flowing from your fingertips
where i left you for another dawn's desire

i love your sea-spangled melancholia
but for what it's worth, i'm not
your little fisher girl

(you reeled me in and spit me out)

       ii. you look beautiful, babe, when
your coral-reef bones whistle and crack
like seven years of bad luck wasn't good enough
for you to sail with me holding on to your ship hull

i am dew dressed and sun bathing in your eyes
that wayward fish tailed woman's the one, you said

i'm a little girl's fairytale,
empty-hearted and bruise-battered, i fight
the current that keeps us apart

i story-tell what people want to hear
(my moon-rippled eyes are just reflections, baby)

       iii. you're suffering from dehydration, hon
'cause you're missing me in your ocean-trench heart

there's moss growing from your fingertips and pearls in your eyes
i'll sing you your funeral song down by the bay with my
sunken-ship insomnia under the circumstances that
i've hit rock bottom and that this will be the last time
i'll ever hurt again

(you linger on the brink of reality)

             iv. to the fisherman i once loved, *i never stopped