We're the Selkie Population of Portland

Believe me, I am undeniabley forthright--
These nights are nothing compared to when I was a child.
I speak like a seal

And dive straightforward into the painful
Water and crawl back like a limp black animal
Back onto the rocks, thinking over you.

I do not brush my hair, and don't need to shave
This black and oily pelt. And when you cry to me
About your human fellow, over the rocks
It never fails to dissapate into nonsense.

I'll search for you, find your pelt stinking rotten
In the rafters, with you constantly second-guessing me.
And we'll kiss each of your children goodbye
And dive straight into the bitter Atlantic
And kiss the slimy kelp and keep laughing at those men

Who do wander the coast with our names within their lungs

For you and I, it's so laughable--
You and I, who don't even have names.