Balanenoptera Musculus

Mackenzie King

My fridge has lived longer than some of my dogs. How is that fair? This house is older than some people. That pond is older than my entire generation. The geese over there are probably younger than me though. I think my dog will reincarnate as a goose, like the ones he used to chase. And he will cower and swim when he sees a giant domesticated wolf heading for his feathers. A taste of his own medicine.

Realistically, if I were to reincarnate as something I’d pick a blue whale. They live long, and rule the ocean. A shark sounds nice too. Then I could be ferocious. A fish sounds terrible. I’d forget everything, and be someone’s dinner. But at least I’d forget what it felt like to be a meal.

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Mackenzie King
Mid-atlantic, middle class, middle of nowhere. That is where poet Mackenzie King is from. She has always been a master of none kind of creative, dabbling in almost every category of the arts. When not writing or drawing, she can be found reading tarot to her cat or starring into the forest. Mackenzie has a Substack newsletter titled Mackaroniart where she shares her poetry and prose, and engages with the online literary community and her 100 plus subscribers.