The skin below your eye was the colour of the ugly scar the river cut between the reservation and the town. nOn either side you learned the value of a getaway. nYour cousin’s new stopwatch- it stops the time but can’t stop you. n“Runners take your positions.” nThe gun is fired. nThat night you raced the bridge the builders left to fall apart. nThrough scaffolding and sky, the end was not the finish line. n“Runners take your positions.”nThe gun is fired and they’re off. nThe heart is only ventricles forcing blood cells to leave home and disappear. nThe heart is only a muscle working. nIt keeps me moving away from here. I’m a runner.