Bird As Fish

Cruel, cruel days
of breathless torture
of deathly marathons

Do you remember the simple GLANCE behind?
For that encompasses my whole being.

The fear, welling, heart-pounding,
until it holds all focus,
Everything is sinister
Especially the cigarette.

ACT NORMAL

BLACK HAIR

BLACK BEARD

I do remember what he looked like and no one else ever understood
Why I looked behind.
(why I held my head low)
Try to act as if everything were normal.
Practice makes perfect
Until fear is all you can feel.