In the moment there is only dust and din and thoughts of glory we dig our hands into our stage a bedroom hall a kitchen drink a commuting car rings the Retiarius roams encircles encroaches ensnares the other entangled in the words casting weighted nets impaling with a trident thrice past present futures told stabbed…
My Nemesis
My Nemesis waits – looming – imperious…. Frozen breath – fires – my spirit Soars into pulsing thighs – triceps – shoulders Propel my start – sliding – spurs my speed Warm wax tucks in – head to chest – fists to ribs I ride the tracks – trust the line – and fly Over…