Prowl
by Barbara Genova, 3.24am 10th November 2021

i had forgotten how fun it was to chase someone, anyone, inside a club


i forgot yes! how was i supposed to remember


the white fins of panic the constant over the shoulder


the lights one two open shut


and they're playing my song playing all of a sudden


the minute you walked in the joint


the fever there no there search for fire doors, pop


you can't move


exhale, whistle, clear line of sight


corridor's empty and down it goes


the plummet


the realization i'm everywhere at once