I am the shark

I am the shark, sinking and bullying. I am the shark and I smell your fear. I am the shark and I sense your breath and your blood pumping in the salty ocean waves. I am the shark and I love your smile it looks like mine. I am the shark because I mirror the moon and the green reflection of the water. I am the shark, I see all in darkness—-my black eyes are not dull as they have a tapetum lucidum. I do not like yellow or contrasting colors—-stay away from me if you wear them. I am the shark but I do not want to fight with you. I am the shark but I can’t stop my insides from biting a dancing limb near the surface. I’m the shark. I see red water, I go to it. I’m the shark. I’m tired of chasing you, too. I’m the shark but I let the remora hitch a ride with me.

They clean me up. I let them charge up, and the dolphins turn their noses at us. I am the shark and I do not smell “fear,” at all. I am the shark. If you flip me over, I am dead to the world—I go into a different state of mind. In a deep world of my own. I’m a shark. Not a kind of monster. I do not want to eat you, human.

I’m not in love with you, either.

I’m the shark.

Leave me alone.

I don’t like to be in soup.

Yes, We heard about that.

I am the shark. Beware of dolphins, they sometimes kill us, too. I am the shark.

We aren’t perfect. But either are you.

You are the shark.

I am me