Linen Ocean


Back when instead of having two front teeth
I had two braids
And sometimes instead of imagining an alter ego while reading
I went under the covers, I mean water, where I was
one with the mermaids

I would flail my limbs around
Being the best swimmer known
When in actuality
Doggy-paddle style was my only way to roam

But no matter
I could be a mermaid
A princess, if you will
A daughter of the king
Who would never dream of being home
For supper time

But my mortal mother would eventually knock on the door
And play time for the day would be no more

Now my ocean's polluted and I've grown breasts
You know the rest
In bed, I now only sleep because my underwater kingdom's been looted.

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