happy shark


sixkiller didn’t make it out
who will remember me
to the world
he said
before turning into a bag of bones

i put down my guns
and walked away from it
confiding in the moon
hiding behind the sun
no more leaping off of buildings
just to feel the pain of landing
no more eating glass and sand
just to feel the crunch between teeth

i believe in signs
i believe in absolute north

so here i find you
using only my memory
and a toy compass
i found in a cereal box
if you ask me
i will again sling my guns

these waters are unsafe
you say
and i know this is true
i smell blood
and i am
a happy shark


Words and Image: B. Reeves


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