like a child, and wake up to the news:
a killer whale killed its trainer,
grabbed her round the waist and held
her under, one lonely
boot lying poolside.
I think of the ocean hall, the blue whale
replica looming over us, and the frozen
battle between squid and sperm whale
hidden in a dark corner. You could be
anywhere: behind some glass,
inside that cave of a mouth.
Ten years earlier, they found a man
draped over the same Orca, naked
and bruised, dead from the cold
of the water, but chewed like a toy.
It could happen to anyone, really. Please
tell me you're not lost, tell me you're
just hiding, that you'll whisper
from behind the directory, I'm here—
we're both right here,
under the star.
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