Storm's a Comin

Storm's a Comin

Monday, January 3, 2011

1954: Far More Than a Mudskipper

Leaving home, I can’t

seem to breathe anymore;

this world so distant

to me now. Kay Lawrence

they call her, like none

I’ve ever seen before.


Her sunset red hair,

her elegant skin

so strange to compare

against these scales and fins.

Our lives become undone

by such juxtaposition.


They can’t take me away,

but I won’t let her leave.

I know she won’t want to stay

with me. She believes

me a monster, aberrant

in existence, and cannot conceive


of my being. I don’t belong

here among them. I shouldn’t exist—

a remnant of what was long

ago. The doctors and scientists

think me a curiosity, along

the lines of what time has missed,


perhaps even forgotten.

6/4/10

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