“First Things”
first things first, I
glance out the kitchen
window, wondering if
the snipers will take
me out today, the
thought flitting through
my mind as naturally
as breathing, a way
of life for me,
expecting the unexpected,
hoping for the best
but planning for the
worst, a wearisome
way to live, yet I
get by somehow
and they still haven’t
gotten me yet