I go swimming through the warehouse in the summer,
down by the river with the barges chugging by. I go diving
in the dark hill with the ring of bolts around it, all alike.
I came across the bars of a perfect copper cage and slipped inside and waited
while my air supply got low. I nearly fell asleep and dreamed.
I thought my hair in the water was a spider. I thought a shark
appeared in the weeds and swam toward me,
blue and rubbery, and nudged the bars of my cage where I floated
and stared. It was like the movies, where animals have feelings.
It looked into my eyes without emotion, but I have so much of that