A Life Aquatic Poem by venus nevermind

my problem is that i try to hold onto slippery things.
and you are an eel
at three in the afternoon, or in the early morning, it’s always the same:
the sting that lingers on my skin is your devotion to me
this passion is not pretty: it is dangerous and strange, so

don’t be frightened, if you find your foot cut,
a trail of blood following you down the beach.

it’s just my way of proving

that all fish have sharp teeth.