Need a palate cleanser for your tongue,
the memory won’t let me live.

Dulled, can’t tell if likey.
Good taste? Mid taste? Qué ‘taste miendo?

I would feel the same about mälort
if it tasted like mango and spices.

Your sleepwalking in the mornings.

The hardness of your shell.

How strict you ran that kitchen.

The way your presence and absence echoed in every sense.

1. They prefer to be called Sirens, thank you very much. ‘Mermaids’ is how they were known to them.
2. Sirens share migration patterns with a number of sea creatures, often hitchhiking aboard those animals large enough to carry them.
3. These migration patterns last at a minimum 12 months[1], but they can be extended indefinitely.
4. One can only know where a Siren has been.

[1] We know this thanks to numerous accounts left by Tóvar Rigo, a Mexican diver from Matamoros Tamaulipas who was falsely accused of Sirenicide, imprisoned and released by Neptune in the late 20th century.

But so is heaven and earth.

Ripples in time and space

Myope to the soon

Barely seeing the now

Second per second

Adrift

And specially to my future biographer: please note.

With regards to life-long enemies, arch-nemesis and the likes.

Sworn scorn and oaths to gods immemorial.

if your grievances aren’t intersectional at least,

You never truly hated me.