I Crave Fortresses

Mood: Heat-Seeking | Drinking: Iced Tea

fortress

Precautions

I crave fortresses.
High stone walls
cold deep moats
and perimeters
stalked by mastiffs.

I seek sanctuary
in earthquake kits
emergency flares
and fire retardant
safety blankets.

I take confidence
in escape hatches
and lookout towers,
fallout shelters
and exit rows.

I make shopping lists
for burglar alarms,
spice casseroles
with motion sensors.
I knit and purl
with taser guns.

I want to sleep
every night
in a panic room
clad in maximum security pajamas,
one titanium alloy bodyguard
hiding in the closet, another
beneath the bed.

I require invincible
Swiss bank accounts,
infallible evacuation procedures
and infinite Plan B’s.

There must always be
another way out.

I trust no-one now,
not even God.
Not even you.

-Lo, taking it out on paper.

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