i had forgotten how fun it was to chase someone, anyone, inside a club
i forgot yes! how was i supposed to remember
the white fins of panic the constant over the shoulder
the lights one two open shut
and they’re playing my song playing all of a sudden
the minute you walked in the joint
the fever there no there search for fire doors, pop
you can’t move
exhale, whistle, clear line of sight
corridor’s empty and down it goes
the plummet
the realization i’m everywhere at once
Barbara Genova (she/them) is a pen name. Her first published work as Barbara appeared in mid-2021: in 2022 she’s been nominated for a Best of the Net award and a Pushcart Prize. Selected credits include Hobart, Strange Horizons, Expat Press, SAND Journal and APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL. She writes Runaway at https://barbaragenova.substack.com