should you walk away empty handed
remember the ants, the skills and the black paint
remain professional at all times
be righteous, courteous and gorgeous
no milk spill can make you lose temper
like a loose skateboard in the dark
plugs plugging plugs plugging more plugs
in a wire jungle coming out of that one single outlet
ill-conceived at the sudden blow,
sputtering home, sweet anger
help yourself
help others
sound the alarm
be calm, locate the exits (should they exist)
smile
it could have been me, it could have been you
walking out of the building in flames
accidents waiting to happen
fighting fire with gasoline
lacking courage for in our chests pounded shrinking hearts
kind of we deserved the smoke and all
the blurry vision
the ugly aftermath
ruth labandera (Santa Fe, NM, 1974)
