Last night I spoke with a shark
who grinned a toothy grin and told me about
seas and wonders of the deep.
I asked him if he was planning to eat me
because it seemed a natural concern and he just smiled
and said he gets asked that all the time. It must get annoying,
for everyone you meet to assume you are a killer, but that is the way of things
and perception
I guess, because we all make assumptions, and sometimes those assumptions
and judgements
save us, and sometime those assumptions eat us alive. Like sharks.
And there I go, being totally racist, in the most literal sense of the word, how embarrassing.
Anyways, I asked him if he or a bear would win in a fight, but I woke up before I could get an answer.
Conversations With The Sea
Posted by
Sean Christopher
Monday, June 8, 2009
Labels: absurd , classic , fiction , nonfiction , poetry
5 comments:
Yeah... assuming that shark was going to eat you would be like me assuming that you ride your fixed gear to the hipster bar after you blog at your local cafe.
do keep writing. I like this one.
haha thanks.
sean DOES ride his fixed gear to the hipster bar after he blogs at his local cafe. . .
1) I don't have money for cafes.
2) I'm currently riding a 10-speed
3) I don't even know where to FIND a hipster bar.
but you wish you did.
it's the thought that counts.
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