by Clifton Gachagua Lee SH when the beluga shows up and offers me her child first i have to learn the sign language for no and sonar for madness and some ottoman script for sadness, anthropocene, debilitate, how the sand on the beach is now only fine glass, each one an illumination of what it means to be, and how, now that i am in the company of a whale, polishing its bones, dawn to dusk, the monsoon on our backs, sailing through the estuary and into mauritius, learning creol