Sh(e)ar(t)k Attack

I awoke to sharks circling
my arm, hanging over the side
of the bed, and I immediately thought of you--
for reasons that are obvious to me.

No, it's not because you gnawed away
at me, chewing and digesting, for months
and months in the "comfort" of our home
(though that would've been a good guess).

It's because you once shared your childhood
fears with me. In my adulthood, it seems
that I have adopted them.