Curva Peligroso
Caron Andregg
Some women can sense electric men
Even in crowds, even in the dark
Feel their uniqueness
Like a torch blazing
Smell them
Like a horse smells the barn
But I only smell the barns
Which are already burning.
Tonight, some big Irish felon
Oozing unconscious pheromones
Snapped my head around.
He might as well have had a little label
Suspended within his magnetic field
Like those delicate white placecards
Perched upon tripods at wedding receptions
One which warns of 'Dangerous Curves.'
Like those road signs
Along the ragged Baja highway
Yellow as radiation warnings
Reading 'Curva Peligroso'
The ones which I believe but still ignore
The ones which sing me out
Into the dangerous night.