A black sperm whale cow curves toward me in the sky
and it is night.
A harpoon sticks out from under her thick jaw trailing the line
and there are stars.
The dog. The hunter. The virgin.
Barnacles encrust her belly and fatty haunch
and I look through windows.
She drops her ambergris skat over my home
and I smell lavender, sweet rot.
Waxy white spermaceti milk spills from her mind, spills too from her teats
and I dream.
(She heard my dreams, all of them: they made sound waves, her mind
is ten times the size of mine).