by Landry Harlan


Added a padlock to the fence,

I am safe,

nine different passwords,

I am secure.


New model with crash sensor,

we are safe,

no needles for my kids,

they are secure.


No secondary colors,

no strangers with strange names.

Let’s just play it safe.


Pistol under the pillow,

pistol in the purse,

pistol in the pocket,

semi-automatic in the safe.


No more movie theaters,

no more marathons,

no more Bible groups,

no more company parties.



More SPF,

more insurance,

more check-ups,

more pills,

more cages.


We are safe. 

Originally published in This Land: Spring 2016