We don’t have the words just yet
for what the shark dreams—
barely as the ocean’s plunging depth
have we determined its features,
we speak accurately only
when we are silent as the shark
swimming in that dark sea of ourselves;
but what are we hiding? what crater?
Though it is not exactly false,
truth can be unfair, she said
and I loved her her whole life
for saying it.
Our first step must be resistance
to claim what we know.
After I suffocated her I hanged myself.
Get away from me.