Floral Organs Testo

Testo 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