We spoke of sirens once -
how you saved us both.
I thought of you as a shipmate
who knew about ropes –
and false hopes
I see things differently now
how
the one who tied me to my ship
was a singer of songs
so beautiful
that she herself – bled.
Never really considered
the agony of Odysseus tied.
The story lied.
Both he
and the mermaid
died that day .



