A Quiet Morning
in the Underworld.
Gustavo flips the switch.
it is Gustavo’s job to
flip the switch. surprisingly
bright lamps shine in the ceiling
before exploding in a chorus
of gunshots and broken glass. Gustavo
groans: Jeremiah fucked up
yet again. he really
shouldn’t be allowed to
operate electrical equipment
there will be hell to pay: for now,
he grabs the long, slippery ladder.
he does not grip the thin rungs
delicately by any means. they’re giving under
his large frame—but still he climbs
to fix the lamps.
Poetry By
L. O'Hara