As I ate tofu ravioli 
at my sister’s place
the phone rang. Her daughter 
Annie leaped to answer it
and a moment later 
said, “It’s Navin. A shark attacked him.”
“What? ” said my sister 
grabbing the receiver.
Five minutes later 
she told me the story: 
Her son Navin had been 
zooming along on his jet ski 
when he lost control 
and flipped off
sadly the machine sped away 
as he bobbed in the water
the current being too strong 
for him to swim after it. 
so he floated helplessly 
screaming for help
but after ten minutes 
he grew tired of howling 
simply quivering and twitching.
Then the hammerhead 
sharks appeared. Of course Navin
stared at the sky 
because he didn’t want 
to see how close they were. 
This lasted a good hour, 
so Navin said, 
but the paper reported 
the next day 
he floated 
for a mere twenty minutes 
before a boat came
and hauled him out: 
Thus he was dubbed the Shark Man 
because even surrounded by 
at least four, 
the Captain of the boat said, 
not a single one attacked.
The next day
my sister called saying, 
Navin made a grand last night.”
“Oh.”
Dave Eickwort
the owner of the Banana Peel
read the article
called Navin, 
and offered him a job 
as a male stripper
so on stage he walks
wearing a shark skin suit
then gradually he disrobed. 
He was in instant success
with women stuffing
hundred dollar bills 
in his jock strap.”
“Fantastic
Navin’s gonna be famous
and he found his true calling.”
“But is there a future 
in stripping? ” asked my sister
always worrying
even when
good fortune
appeared
this time 
via
four 
not too hungry
hammerhead sharks.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    