Killer Whales

I was swimming in the ocean. Killer whales began to surround me. I couldn't swim away. I was wearing all my clothes, jeans, I hate wet jeans, especially now when they make me slow. I can't get away. The tip of the whale comes up to me, the mouth, I try to clamp it shut with my hands, it's an uncontrollable, unavoidable moment like when a puppy attacks in play biting excitement. I'm not drowning, yet. I swim and swim for the surface. I am floating, suspended in the surrealism of the moment.