11
A
Day
in
a
Woman’s
Life
On
the
beach,
five
vouchers
eat
the
tail
of
a
corpse.
They
circle
in
unison,
protecting
its
unreliable
solitude.
A
long
thread
of
meat
connects
their
beaks
together.
On
the
shore,
the
woman
stares,
then
imagines
if
the
mermaid
has
died
too.
In
her
dream,
the
half-‐woman,
half-‐fish,
was
careful
with
the
predators,
eating
algae
and
enveloping
the
colorful
fish.
Dead
beings
are
not
pleasant,
even
if
disguised
as
angels,
the
voice
in
the
dark
night
said.
The
fisherman
flips
his
arms
in
the
air,
throwing
the
carcass
into
ocean.
The
seagulls,
disoriented,
fly
frightened.
On
her
way
ho