Game 80

CHI 114               PHI 107

We used to have a pet shark.

He was very
    very
         friendly--

For a shark.

When we’d take him to the park
Kids would want to pet him--
Play with him.

Does he bite?
    they asked.

Of course he bites,
    we would say.

He is a shark,
     after all.

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There was a teeny tiny bug
flying around my face
for the better part of fifteen minutes
This morning

Every time I thought I had shooed it away
it would pop back up
between my eyes
and my focus

This thing was small as shit
but it was doing its thing--
walking on my glasses--
driving me crazy

I killed it
eventually
but--jesus christ
did it beat the odds