I want to be a mermaid and swim in a sunlit sea. I want the fish to whisper stories to me while I watch the weeds waving in the water like my long, green hair. I want to be a mermaid and drink coffee. Otherwise, it’s just raw fish for breakfast, lunch, and tea, with a little hair-combing for variety or teasing the flipper-flapping marine biologists with a glimpse of me. I want to be a mermaid, but in the morning wake up with two strong legs and feet in order to reverse every misogynistic fairytale. Then I’ll bring Angela Carter back to life and send her to work for Disney films.
