The Runner

Idea- By Tyrese Spruill

Being chased

By who?

By the lovely women of the hunt, no less!

Why not the men?

With rifles of the fashion, they wait in open

Wondering if women on Shropshire can catch the always colliding, always

Calibrating, always

Collecting, and ever the

Personal,

The one and only,

Sputnik?

No.

Juno?

Nope.

Hermes?

Nada.

Khalessi?

Good heavens, no!

Me, the Fox from Florence,

The Bloodhound of Bludhaven,

The Father of Feathers,

The Bitch from Boston,

The Facilitator of Fulcrum,

The-

(Buckshot loaded, ready to fire)

My friend,

Your austere look

Not at your enemy,

but your enemy's user

Ready to make your enemy heave

Haul out its copper contents

To eliminate your

Presence

To give something so powerful

Nothing

That, is why you are

The Tanooki