Beckoning towards the zipline,
Kit grins and twangs it with an index finger.
'Come on!' he cooes, 'bowel-evacuating terror
is just excitement rebranded. True empowerment
means learning to override all the emotional, environmental
and intellectual cues screaming:'
he cups his hairless hands around his lips:
'"Attempt This And You'll Never Walk Without Callipers!"
This isn't about personal judgement -
this is about tightening the team.
Remember: when you "rationalise",
you use "rash anal lies". Go on, sport!'
He slaps my back as if pinning on a sign.
I grip the zipline, glance down
towards a distant lake of sharpened staves
and razor wire. Kit slaps me a second time,
I step off the platform
and now I'm screaming through treetops
I'm crying, I'm alive,
hurtling into the arms of my new family.