On the plate today
Thinking
about treading water for what seems like a very long time, offshore,
about 4 hours of so, where the sharks pour themselves into white molds.
They swim inside of the white molds and around me with them. Looking
like the gummy plastic dentists have been known to stick in my mouth.
In my mouth because I grind my teeth at night. And the sharks are
afloat, which is kind of an affront to me, working as hard as I am, and
I hate them. They are containers just as I am a container of at least
10 years worth of diseases. I cannot remember them all, nor where and
when I went to fix them. I'm calling ahead and it's no good. I'm
spitting at the sharks and into their dense black eyes and that's no
use. Shark, you fucking bastard. I lie on you and rub myself on your
pickley back. I lie again and again on your white back, and hate you
and scratch at my legs at night. I make this tent with my sheets on
your back, and lie there and bang at the bugs on your back.
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