whalemeat

you know we both know how it feels to be emotionally and physically uncomfortable on a really big boat and it sucks that we couldn't really talk about it
didn't even have the same berths even though we could have easily
maybe we even did before everyone traded tickets for the most appropriate choices
your sister said she'd like to be eaten by the whales someday and it'd be morally alright since she consents to it
maybe it's not fair that i keep bringing up the things she said along the way there because we were all having quite the time but it seems fitting
whale tooth lodged in my abdomen, tomb nap, stay there and rip van winkle it
let's scrimshaw together
the leviathan

i keep thinking about hands pressed to each other's sternum bone, feeling the wheezing, like some terrible accordion of flesh
or bagpipes more aptly
i hate the internet sometimes because it removes the ritual of our conversation
the way i choose where to sit and whether to ask to drink from your flask or pretend i do not see it
or the way i look at websites selling sealing wax and do not buy any