We are at some sort of campsite
Probably military.
There’s a cheerful guy
Dresses and acts
Like a maintenance man
But he’s really a mafia don.
There’s another bad guy
Who runs the camp.
The don helps us out
Protects us from the other guy.
I think he’s my friend
And maybe he really is fond of me.
But then I catch a glimpse
Of what happens
When he feels threatened.
And I know
He will do whatever it takes
To protect himself.
I am not safe.
I only feel safe
When I am careful
To never do
Think
Or want
Anything that might trigger him.
I need to get out.
I must plan this
Carefully
By myself.
I can’t tell anyone
Until it is time to leave
Lest he overhear.
I am worried
About my dog Qhuinn.
I have a car
That can sneak us out
But he’ll have to hide in the trunk
And if he barks at the checkpoint
It will all be over.
Radically Happy 