You can’t see too well underwater.
Everything looks dark.
My cousin’s roommate’s dentist
was eaten by a shark.
You can’t scream underwater,
or say, “Come and help me, please!”
when a tentacle tickles your torso,
grabs you tight, and starts to squeeze.
Most likely there’s no danger
here in the lap pool at the Y.
But if you need me,
you will find me
on a beach chair, nice and dry.