Harpoon

When wearing a bikini

my friend laughs, says I am a beached whale.

She has an athlete’s build,

legs full, muscles firm.

We lie

on towels, poke our bellies,

jiggle the skin of our thighs.

 

We say tampons are harpoons.

 

Like a man at sea, I shoot

the rod into place, wiggle it

steady. Silence something

too strong

too complex

to be understood.

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