I was given no name

with webbed fingerprints and

funeral planning inside the

carcass of a whale.

red rubber boots splash

inside the stomach acid,

bubbly and sparkling like

Perrier. complaining

near a pile of fish bones

compiled within tracks

of bile, goat fur and

left over tuna melts.

inside of a sweat suit,

candied beads of salt

pooled in armpit,

residing in the exhausted

waistband

holding through

for the sake

of defense.

fluid

fluidity

fluid

fluid in the sense of?

liquid, liquid,

tea?

liquid sugar

crate-full, 5 gallons,

single package,

BULK. Costco?

black market.

hurtful trade,

persuasive but

rough and coarse

like Sunday

dinners with no

food to fill the

table, its rough.