The Blue Whale sails on the Yangtze.
Nobody has heard from Aaron
since he was sent west to Wuhan,
recalled by the city that raised him,
we know he’s busy, all of our emails
unanswered. Perhaps he’s on the boat.
The Blue Whale sails on the Yangtze.
It is time, I decide, for a shave,
we are almost there, another week,
it has been a poor attempt at growth,
but at least both her plants have survived.
She’ll come home to their colour, eventually.
The Blue Whale sails on the Yangtze.
I translate WeChat moments
seeking meaning, second-guessing
technology, the intention of colleagues.
I think that Jess might be losing it; “the dog
is in the non-finite verb.” I am in(finite) stasis.
The Blue Whale is a non-finite verb, sailing.
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