jaws is still alive

i saw him today, on the bus, out my window, in the mirror. they say he's drawn to blood. NO, not me, not I! really? Not in shower, only in the laundry, where my dirty work lays. On the plane over here where my guilt still lays. But on the roof built by - oh wait. in the pub with the music by who?

i CAN look up though, haven't done enough damage yet - strike that, the landfill with my cartons of milk from 3rd grade are orbiting. what's a mind to do? i want to bridge the gap between the where i am, what i had to be, and where i long to be.

salt water heals wounds, but not scars. this nonsense built me, not the stars.