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