Stimulus

I’m a furnace,
perimenopausal,
in Florida
heat index: 126

Long to skip daily
walk, but it’s good
for heart, brain, soul

So I go. Then marvel
as a man, at least 70,
blows right past me

I’m walking, ambling
He’s running, sweat
pours, stains his gray
T-shirt. I hear smack…
smack…smack…

He’s high-fiving each
green lamppost as he
passes, unaware how
he, himself, scatters light

Photo by Sarah Cervantes on Unsplash

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Paula R. Hilton explores the immediacy of memory and how our most important relationships define us. Her work has been nominated for Best Small Fictions and has appeared in The Feminine Collective, The Sunlight Press, Writing In A Woman’s Voice, Dear Damsels, The Tulane Review, and elsewhere. Her novel, Little Miss Chaos, was selected as a Best Indie Teen Read by Kirkus, and her first poetry collection, At Any Given Second, received a Kirkus star. She holds an MFA from the University of New Orleans.

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