Do you remember how much fun we had 

playing in the bellies of beached whales? 

during early march whole pods would wash ashore millions incalculable 

Do you remember how cold the water was then? we used to knock our fists along their chests 

until we found we were running out of rib 

and you would find the perfect spot to cut us-sized holes right below the sternum 

With that big knife you stole from your dad while he slept his thumbs 

without halfmoon— 

Just in case you told me 

Though I only ever saw you use it to open portals 

Do you remember how bright it was in those heavy bodies?