Behind me he leapt in jungle-mad pursuit

The wilds of Nielsen Park a blur

Baseball cards in spokes

A discarded beer bottle led to bluebottle flies massing

Stalking in formation, gathering strength as we drank

Hard men, not my own, older, jagged hurtfuls

The bush exploded as I leapt in antelope fear, my hooves a staccato

He shoved me into the fence, heart pounding, his hand on my thin, thundering chest

Sweat stung my fly-flicker lips as his maw stretched

His thick club in roaring hand, his Sam Browne swinging

I kneel down, thanking him for not arresting me

I sucked a cop’s cock and got off that day