Fierce burgundy shadows the
eye pressed to a narrow strip
by silver skin so vibrant it
pinches the brown iris into
daring, its fin a Dubai
island with more suction than
the labored breathing of my
letdown car, the design trans-
fixing, a toothless mouth not
for navy bean soup & shepherd’s
pie, but dream risk fulfillment.
It waits like the boy on a website
afraid of giving a fake birthday,
like the sweetheart standing by
the four square boxes holding
her books, like a mother caught
in the drum sanctum of parades
while her children score ice cream.
The akrasia of a hand, foot, fin,
or face raised to hail makos
because maybe, if we groom
the passing shark: a future
promotion, a baleful fleet,
the perp, the witness, the run-
away in me with gall like
the Echeneid can chance &
go without the option to blink.
David Rodriguez is a writer and teacher based in New Orleans with an MFA from Florida State University. He has previously been published in New Orleans Review, The Southeast Review and The Double Dealer Redux, among other places.
Image credit: Biodiversity Heritage Library