Jami Macarty
	Pursuit & Entrapment Desperate for violence on the lawn we tangle boldly. Our third world use & grudge activated by sprinklers & simultaneous mud beneath the ears of the eucalyptus. Our veins a written rancor, malevolent characters embossed on biceps. We spar, the body a heavy bag to strike & kick. We contend by grappling & throw to the ground. We are opponents on the same side. Our limbs a snare of dark wires having to do with pursuit & entrapment. He subjugates. I leash.