Pride of Lions
It’s hyena hell in the wildlands tonight.
Everybody’s gender is up for grabs.
Joanie blows smoke rings out her nose
like nooses wound for prey. The corner
booth is reserved for last night’s anger,
dressed in swan wings and a halo of beer.
Dirk likes to play footsie with the remnants
of matchbooks. His heels are the color of
the empty snap of teeth over a back.
Mirrors bring even the wildest of us
to our knees. The tall grasses bend,
welcoming our fall.
Image taken with iPhone.
Words written at Case Study.
Time Taken 7 minutes.
Brain on friends who lend you their fold-out couch and their cats for the night.