something a stranger
lurks on four legs.
Sweating to leave unreadable lines
in auburn hair in the Winter,
and in between fingers in the Fall.
Having been hit by lightning
in the head thrice,
his watch won't work on his left hand.
he says
He likes to fly
with his belly on tall stools and low tables
waiting to catch shadows.
Something clawed crawled,
forcing a creep,
while she was just waiting to use the bathroom.
She tripped the trap,
followed and was swallowed.
"What a creep!" the crowd crowed.