I know in my other life I am a whale
Surfacing rarely, blunt as a club, singing
In my rusty cracked voice
Like the creaking timbers of a clipper ship
Persistent cantatas mixed with the thump and swish
Of enormous waves, the ground bass
Of the ocean; or silent
To hear the answering song of my distant kin.
Profound and dark, my echoing apartments.
My element is salt, like tears.
I move in it alone, light as a shadow.
Beached, I grow monstrous, helpless, and grotesque.
The Other Life
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