Because in Copenhagen
there is no white and layered cake
I become a mermaid.
With my mother’s mother’s worry
my mood is rain.
My mouth wants
what another mouth has to eat:
cum,
hard lakes,
fox fur 
softened in milk.

*Ellen Price, the early-20th-century
Danish ballerina was the model for
Edvard Eriksen's statue of The Little Mermaid.

I ordered you to crawl
on all fours
and bring me a flower
between your teeth.
I saw you thinking about my request,
then, I saw you blush.
You knelt down and kissed my feet.
When you got to the window
it was already night.  
A feather fell from one of the stars.
A young woman with old hands
was combing my hair. 

Excuse me, do you speak the language of butterflies?
From the shape and color of your hat I conclude that you do.
Is it your native tongue or did you learn it through Duolingo?

I hired a friendship coach to help me make friends.
So, I am now practicing making yourself available.
I mean I am looking for opportunities to talk.

He advised me to talk to anybody:
the supermarket cashier, the person sitting next to me on the tram,
the security officer who guards the institution where I work.

However, I approached you because you seem to be
a person who also needs friends.

Let's have a coffee and act like we haven't been
married for twenty years. Let’s say something friendly,
like  Isn’t it a gorgeous day? or That is an outstanding hat!
and see where it takes us.