Terin Weinberg

Whale Fall

“Death fills us like night will fill that old barn.” 
-Kevin Prufer

The krill dance tonight,
beat down on my baleen.
I scoop the whole ocean

into my mouth. Fibrous
walls of gullet tickle
my swallow, where teeth

once were. The body echoes
all the way to the floor.
Tell them I’m coming—

building a carcass worth
feeding the abyss. The bottom
meets my flesh, my fat

fills the crustaceans, greedy
in the hunt to be satisfied.

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Terin Weinberg earned her MFA from Florida International University in Miami, Florida. She graduated with degrees in Environmental Studies & English from Salisbury University in Maryland. She is a lecturer in the English Department at DeSales University. She serves as a reader & book reviewer for Beaver Magazine. Her work has been published and anthologized in journals such as: The Normal School, Flyway: Journal of Writing & Environment, Red Earth Review & Split Rock Review. When she isn’t writing or teaching, she is farming her family’s property in rural New Jersey.