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a shark opens

the Tupperware with your coleslaw

inside, but finds blood in the water.

Your skin’s too dry, your loafers are

too tight.  The night’s become too raucous,

your pimps weep when you walk by.  The

fish smells blood, smells money, smells mercy.  A

bus with customers, a day in march, when it rains, they

all sit outside.