...but it was only me.

Though I had my guppy suit on 
I was confused for a shark 
by the shark-minded.

    ...and I was just wasting time
waiting in line with my astral travel ticket
(subtly faded like a ghost, no expiration date)
when you shrieked and you shrieked
when you saw me,
your wind tunnel of air 
blasting my hair 
straight back parallel 
to the street.

Like a cloud in the sky 
in the way of the sun
objectivity is a myth 
of some subjective mind.

You know when I was a child there was
a monster who lived underneath my bed,
held me prisoner with fear.

Now today it's no longer there
and I did not get rid of anything...