slow motion video of a great white shark

there is a trail of flower petals
leading to a bed somewhere on earth.
a boy is waiting 
with a rose growing out of his throat.
the thorns are teeth. the teeth are cyclones
spiraling down towards a single desk.
a hallway is openning now
& outside the ocean is a pile of skirts.
where are we in the spiral?
i point to a dorsal on the map
& it becomes a mountain ridge.
the appalacians are tired of humans
so they're shrinking back into the earth.
there are edible flowers
though i've always distrusted them.
i am six again & slipping a whole one 
into my mouth. do sharks 
have tongues? what do 
great white sharks fear? 
they must ask the same of us.
frame by frame. the shark's eyes 
push a thousand pins into a stretch of skin.
we all poise for a gun shot,
pointed in the air or otherwise.
the bed is folding itself 
into a coffin. the petals are
blood cells. there are life rafts
all over the surface.
you are orange & quivering
& full of air. a twist
like the motion needed to remove 
a dandelion's head. all of our heads 
fall off eventually just like flower petals.
when i jump i levitate until
a boy agrees to catch me.
i love the great white shark.
i invite them into my hallway
& one barely fits. thrashes 
with desire. i cry for the animal.
its eyes empty like two glasses of wine.
tonight we drink tea from mason jars
& praise pre-history.
we collect the teeth & use them as currency.
one tooth will by you a bed with me.
place the teeth in your own mouth 
& pretend you are ancient.
i want to see you airborne.