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4:30 in the Morning

I dreamt I walked along the ribs of a whale,
bones left to bleach on a dune,
the whale’s front overlooking the lake.
I see him alive,
I stand where his lungs should be,
I watch him,
confused and dragging his body up the beach,
trying to escape freshwater.

4:30 in the Morning

I dreamt I walked along the ribs of a whale,
bones left to bleach on a dune,
the whale’s front overlooking the lake.
I see him alive,
I stand where his lungs should be,
I watch him,
confused and dragging his body up the beach,
trying to escape freshwater.

Clara Trippe  20, Seattle

 
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