Bio Note: I attempt to help our Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area. In former lives I taught high school, practiced acupuncture, and managed aquatic centers. I try to be funny for my lovely kids and wife, but I am mostly arthritic and cranky. My second chapbook Mr. Rogers kills fruit flies is available from Main St Rag.
the octopus clings to the shark’s primer-grey back and the teeth and snout root frantically up through dendrites of kelp under urchin and anemone through caves in the skull but the scent pervades and maddens numbs the eyes and when the shark slides into a fevered sleep the prey slips off no longer a passenger i think of all the anger and anxiety and depression that curls in the silt of my water and i realize— my eight-limbed consciousness should search out the silver selachimorpha avoid the many-rowed daggers carefully caress its steel skin and ride it just long enough to vex it stun it drown it in its own hallucination and then disengage watch the blind thing scrape through a distant vapor
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