December 12th
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.
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.