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.
11.08 | unpublished