I race away from myself, like a dog off the leash; I run. Chasing me, this is fun, woo hoo, amidst impending traffic and mounting threats. Oblivious, the scent I’m following is sweeter than a mustang’s mare in heat. I dance on the reds, purples, and oranges of the rainbow, cartwheeling heedlessly toward the sun. My flesh drips like rain from a cloud, and yet I still proclaim, “Chase me, this is fun, woo hoo.” In the devilish promenade of pain, I laugh in its face. Chase me.
JL