I’m standing at the fleshless claws of some long dead dinosaurs.
One a hulking array of bones cut short at the arms.
The other a stout skeleton under a tri-tipped crest.
I’ve got a heavy handed drink cut sparingly with cranberry.
A sliver of lime pinched between fingertips. My face feels the flush
A flutter of warmth to my bones.
There’s a dj in the African Mammal Room. Way at the end of the hall,
The stuffed leather of a mother elephant stays rooted to her spot
While her babies in their own stiff stance lift their trunks to play.
Over in the Whale Room. A loose crowd hangs back,
Watching a boy in yellow get down by himself. And the whale
is hang drying from the ceiling, the oontz oontz of the dj vibrating
Each colossal bone.
