I thought that once my shadowed dorsal bentthrough undulations, swimming would be spent;descendants bask in waters far from me.I’m a menopausal hundred-year-old granny. The ocean sparkles glisten off my back,as I pick at barnacles and bladder wrack.I birthed my last calf back when I was thirty –I’m a menopausal hundred-year-old granny. I’m an awkward Orca […]
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Menopause with Knobs On
Once, my black dorsal broke through undulations, glistening with the ocean. Descendants and life bask behind me, a one hundred year old granny, five tons – plenty of blubber. I gave birth to my last calf in my thirties, now there are only females and I count barnacles, an awkward Orca surfing night sweats, beached […]
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