"Or, The Whale" by Brookes Moody
Editor’s Note: Section titles are taken from Moby Dick chapter titles
Or, The Whale
135. The Chase.—Third Day.
He gave me scurvy—
that deficient diet of blackmailed love.
He fed me hardtack and insecurity.
I grew weaker,
made jealous of the junior league ladies.
39. First Night Watch
He shut towels in the top sills for curtains,
the light from the orange street lamp
bleeding through the terrycloth.
The wooden floors, warped and slanted,
talking in his sleep,
laughing, hitting,
reckless, and unapologetic.
24. The Advocate
It was my cheerful duty to attend upon him—
the business of business dinners.
My duty to
be blonde for clients and cocktail parties.
Be blonde for babies.
72. The Monkey Rope
We cut away the fat,
burned and boiled down,
the energy distilled, bright and fast,
like sugarcane,
reluctant to let the carcass sink after, useless
57. Of Whales in Paint; in Teeth; in Wood; in Sheet-Iron; in Stone; in Mountains; in Stars.
except to make scrimshaw
in the dead, smooth ivory
beautiful and heavy
rounded down but dangerous
and ornate,
complicated
a relic,
existing in seaport museums
and grandparents’ walls in Plexiglas cases,
a dusty thing.
A lost thing.
82. The Honor and Glory of Whaling
A thing to decorate, to keep boredom at bay—
and if there was one thing we shared
it was an allergy to tedium.
Drunk off phosphorescent:
barefoot or black tie,
dancing through glass,
deliveries, summertime—
Is this not proof I loved you?
Is this not the chimney fire of
you and her
and me
and him?
1. Loomings
Where I wake and live and think
that space of knocking off hats
and nearly running into the Hudson with heat
Loomings! Loomings! where I exist and why we didn’t work and why so many other things and do
you feel that frantic heat? quick the restlessness is catching and I must go underwater or out to sea