Sharks

A different point of view.

You're in love with the girl who's always

The last one left at the party.

She's dangling from the ceiling by an

Orange extension cord

In a broom closet.

The purple bruises on her neck look like

Hickeys you dreamt you left.

Actually she's not in the broom closet.

Actually she's not hung like a broken

Chandelier in a haunted house.

Actually she's standing in the foyer talking

To a beautiful boy with inconsolable

Blue eyes

But the bruises are there and they're all 

His f*****g fault.

You wander through the kitchen.

You know everyone and collectively

You're in love.

You smoke weed on the porch and no one

Can stop you

And you're banging your chest with your fists

And you're parents have been asleep for 5 years

And they first nodded off at 2 p.m. on a Sunday

And

No.

No.

Hey.

No.

That will never be you.

You're playing football in your front yard

And the leaves are dust in your lungs

That tug your chest back to the warmth 

Of your bedroom like a riptide.

You're in your car and its after the ice cream 

And the walk around the high school track in the dark

And she's kissing you

You didn't even expect it.

You didn't even have to look at her a certain way.

You don't even have to be in love with her

And you're pulling out of her driveway

Banging on your chest with your fists

And King Kong is doing a crossword puzzle

In his cage.

You've gout it covered.

You do this every weekend

All summer long and no one can stop you.

You're home and it's only 12:30 a.m. 

Your parents are still sleeping

Today your father raked leaves and installed new shower curtains.

He is in complete control of his life and has achieved the eventual goal;

He is so busy he is oblivious to how unhappy he is

And it makes you sick but it doesn't matter and it's not you.

The neighborhood is congratulating him with cake and ice cream

And he eats all of it.

You ask the girl who has finally devoured the red insides of the blue eyed boy

To come out with you;

Sprint through the night powered by an engine you bought with your own money

And she actually says yes.

At the end of the night you kiss her and panic.

It feels like nothing.

You bang your fists against your chest and it hurts.

You clamber home and you're too tired to call someone else.

No one can save you and King Kong has lowered his glasses down

The bridge of his nose wondering if he needs to take over again.

You have stopped moving and now you're alone in a small small small small room

And why the hell did you stop moving don't you realize you're a shark

You're going to die you stupid stupid small boy.

You don't know how to make it better.

You fall asleep.

In the morning you and your parents are both down for breakfast at the same time.

You don't even notice.

 

Reviews

[Chris]

"Gout" or got?

This was a very thought-full experience as I read it aloud. The tones took me through some very real and pausing mind images.