What Shark’s Like A



Here I am right now just floating.
Floating in space.
Like a piece of cheese.
In a pool or on a cloud.
Or in a pool full of clouds.
Or in the ocean.
Or in an ocean made of clouds in a pool.

Now a shark is biting me.
Biting my hand.
The hand that’s holding a piece of cheese.
How did he get up in the clouds?
Or in this ocean or pool?
Or place that serves cheese?

I tie him up in a knot with my blanket.
Like a tourniquet.
I slowly squeeze him until he sleeps
breathing peacefully.
Now I’m x-raying him.
There’s a metal toy train inside of him.
Apparently he likes children.
And cheese




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