Weanlings

The whale was real.                                        So was the beach, carsick                                        & damp in the armpits as I was.Father’s shaggy hunk                                        of leg against my young flank.The crowd on the shoulder                                        of the road watching the crowd                                        smoke around the whaleI mistook for a stranded barrel.                                        Did it...

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