Everything is discordant as I dip my toes in the rarely-warm water,
the sharks direct their attention to my body,
so I move it out of their way,
less from necessity,
but from reflex.
A gentleman in maroon and gold stripes asks me what flavor of taffy I want,
but I look up at the gray clouds moving in,
and feel the common inability to answer any question,
that relates to what I need.
And when the creature who murdered my body outside the shelter of a dream appears,
…to do it once more…
I shove my head into the sand,
and wonder why you have to ruin this space too.