Just go. Just run down the dock. Even if you slip, the lake will catch you and your bloody knee will soak. Those unnameable fish will suction onto you and though you’ve bled you will be so happy that you didn’t stay on the beach with the other red cap swimmers. You surpassed yellow, yellow star, yellow star star, blue and finally you’ve earned a white swim cap. A shark. Now go.

No matter how much you think they love you, they’ll step back when the pool of your blood edges up too close.