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 

to spare.