musky female odor
lingers in the air over
arched and parted
thighs. meat portals
yawn; pink walls
spit out bewildered
targets, hunched
over as they slide
headfirst onto the
angry planet. running
for the turnstile; round
and round and round.
haul it up the mountain.
let the burden fall; chase
your curse. let it roll. round
and round the turnstile. chase
your curse anew. take to cover,
dodge the lead, as panicky prey
seeks shelter.