Did I tell you I found a
whale fetus wrapped in seaweed?
Did I tell you the sockets were empty?
It was on a Sunday.
The storm split a redwood in two and blocked the road to Planned Parenthood.
Can you hear the orca sing?
The cries of the dying.
She carried her dead calf for seventeen days before releasing it.
Did I tell you my son’s father poured water over my head
and left me in the forest?
Did I tell you he’s an addict?
My son has never asked.
Did you know I unraveled the unborn whale and stuffed it in my pocket?
Did you know the salmon are disappearing, the whales are hungry
and the mother pushed the calf a thousand miles with her head?