the tale of sharkbear, the bear shark.

i'm pulling along a red cart.
inside the red cart:
1. a pocketful of luck.
2. your knife.
3. an ambiguous heart.

i sleep of you to dream. an island with no dock.
gargling throats and safety pills, they're throwing rocks. why?
my glass house.
a girl to write home about.
and leagues between us.
the weather.
whistling kettles help the heart settle.
but its okay, i've got envelopes to send.
hands are shaking and consolation waving.
the only one who's read the book.
a handsome wreck.
i am.