This dream … I dream of this every
single night, being washed over the side of a ship and having the
goddess of the waves, a shadow from the deep masquerading in the skin
of a great white shark, swallow me whole … for the last ten years
when I dream. If I dream. I wrote this for my master’s thesis:

Of the three – Hart Crane,

Li Po and me – Li died

moon viewing in the dark.

Crane drowned at 3

and I was eaten by a shark

– or so they’ll say.

It was true in 2003 when I was in Coos
Bay, Oregon; I saw a shadow in the waves. Even now I can hear her
calling for me. I am a coward for living on dry land. Then I laugh
because don’t we all try to run away from our fate? Ai, fate.