The Day the Mermaids Sing

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The Day the Mermaids Sing

It's rough to walk tough all the time,
drinking malta in the street
as fire hydrants piss
their false salvation
into blasé gutters.
I throw my leftover Fritos into the
rubble,
really wanting to dispose of
useless exclamations made by  men
too drunk to see how colorless they are.
Maybe tomorrow
I'll say a rosary for them--
when I dance in my bright coral dress
and shake my hair loose,
when music comes from wood and shells
and my heart and what's inside my pants
are equally and rightfully loved.

© Amina Muñoz Ali. Published by permission in Centro Voices on 10 April 2015.

Centro Voices (ISSN: 2379-3864).
The views expressed here are those of the author and not necessarily those of Centro Voices, the Center for Puerto Rican Studies or Hunter College, CUNY.