We Were Marine Once Maybe

Whose fins do we grow

from when we take our turn to

eat our fill of sun?

Whose tails do we thank

for delaying the river

eating ours away?

Whose fate will we take

after: this wooden whale or

those who ate its base?

I took inspiration from the title from Marion Bethel’s persona poem from the voice of a beached whale, “We Were Terrestrial Once Maybe,” which you can watch her read here. I’d also like to thank pixiewithpens for the words from their Escapril prompt for today, eat/eating/ate. You can check out their prompts below (they have a book coming out soon; you should buy it. I got to beta read it, and the poetry, indeed, fucks!): https://creativechaosgoblinclub.substack.com/p/having-your-cake-and-eating-it-with?utm_source=substack&utm_campaign=post_embed&utm_medium=web