Home Is Where
Floral Organs
(One, two, three, four!)
Red tide skyline
Every whale in the sea
Washes up to
My feet fully flensed
And barely breathing
And barely breathing
I am the whaler
I've outgrown these innards
I am the whaler
Cleaning guts from gutters
I am the whaler
Our vertebrae's tethered
I am the whaler
Look! Here come the buzzards
Climbing trees older than anyone alive
We braid our intestines together
Spitting teeth into each other’s mouths
Back and forth until we make a smile
Until we make a smile
From Letras Mania