E F F I N G S H A R K S

People generally just stand around
with their hands in fists balled
around their eyes
and stare back at me
with these hollow sockets--
they see me wade into the water
the tell-tale fin of a million sharks
and when the fins take me under
people drop their eyes at their feet
and hug me
like that will somehow
reattach my arms,
my head,
my feet.
But it won't.
And I'll keep
going under
alone.