If I'm to become a whale, I have to lose my pelvis.
Will lose my ability to speak with my bones,
coax out poetry with my muscles.
will lose a different kind of ocean.

however.
I could be heavier than hearts,
could never need an umbrella again.
Could be at home with nakedness.
finally be deep.
get along with salt.
never know if I was crying.

I could sing better.
Communicate better.
Breathe better.

On the other hand...
a blue whale's penis is taller than my boyfriend.

and I could get beached.
and I don't need another way to get stuck.

and if I'm to become a whale,
I have to lose my pelvis.

So, I think, at least for a few more years,
I'll stick with my human form. until I learn to speak with my hands,
my mouth,
and my mind.

a/n: all I write about lately is whales.