Bitten
Tonight the moon,
a shark’s eye, stares
through clouds cold as murder.
Sharks roll their eyes up
into their heads when they bite.
You can beat a shark’s face
to fend off attack.
Your fist was a coiled tail
hidden behind a look of thin ice;
a film of rage. Your mouth,
barely open.
At work I pace
like a fisherman’s widow;
face coated with sadness;
a part of me missing.