We pull off at the side of the highway in Somewhere, Maine looking to sing to the snails. There's a deep shoulder of gravel here, so we assume it to be a parking lot. The sky and the water and the ... [+]
After, under the pylon, power lines buzzing, she told about sperm whales that dive to such depths the pressure and low oxygen for the largest brain on Earth is like asphyxiation sextheir bodies shrink and wrinkle in the druggy pressure, they pound sound waves to navigate, the way we navigate a dreamthe giant squid have arms like skirts and dance out of reach as the whales float belly-up, arch-backed like a bolero, to draw them close and blow a sound kiss to swoon them and draw them like spaghetti into their teethand the squid don't care, because they have been loved.