The Wet Body

The Wet Body

By Alec Prevett

When we found the Right Whale calf flopsputtering on our beach as a minnow flopsputters we did not tell our parents We ran home for our corn cans tied with string Took them quietly We fancied the wet body our own A secret treasure to spelunk through Riches for none but we Returning the whale was soso still It did not complain when I crawled inside with my one can and my no candle The mouth the humid mouth was like a tunnel of warm sponge I thought A whale is smaller from the inside I thought This is what my heart would look like from the middle I thought If I could shrink enough I thought Just enough Soon I ran out of string but still deeper I heard it The thumpthumping Just a little deeper I told my can a little deeper said back the can Just a little! Crawling hands and knees covered in ick I had no can No light I wanted what I wanted That heart The biggest heart The thumpthumping it got slowersofter slowersofter until gently it went and I was in the true dark with no sound no treasure just me & my slick hands & bad heart & wet body

About the author

Alec Prevett

Alec Prevett is a human from Atlanta. Their work has been featured in or is forthcoming from Hobart, Redivider, Lammergeier, and several other wonderful places. They are currently pursuing an MFA in fiction from Georgia State University.