Nature Channel by Wendy Barry It’s two a.m. in the hospital and the sharks are swimming in the television. Hammerheads. Their perverse silhouettes are congregated for an unknown purpose. The camera sees them from below as though it were resting on the ocean floor and the light of the sky is dim beyond them. I watch them changing space with one another Just the hush of the plastic balloons on my legs filling and expelling sharp and sweaty, tubes everywhere, the morphine button under my thumb. Silently, the sharks swim above my head. 14 theMeadow
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