everywhere i would go i was followed by the shank. at a
distance of 4 feet it plagued me, and if i turned and
tried to grab it, it too would turn and the poles now
reversed, would stay 4 ft in front – like two magnets
chasing each other. some times i would try to trick it
and after turning a corner attempt to pounce upon it.
but there was something smart inside that slab of meat.
sometimes i would try to lock it behind a bolted door,
or i would leap into a closing elevator in an attempt
to shake it off. but i would hear it slidin against the
door and scrabbling to find a path towards me. it was
as if it was invisibly tied to me with some industrial
piece of elastic, and the further i got away from it
the harder it would come at me when the path was clear.
like a heat seeking missile that piece of sheep would
slam into me like george foreman. i soon learned not to
evade the shank. people would see it moving behind me
and would assume it was a little dog, only to be
horrified by that leg bone and shoulder.
i would douse it liberally with aftershave, throw a rug
over it and hope for the best.