the morning sun is sweet
in the living room but i must
leave the quietude to go work
with the doods, earplugs in,
respirator on, gloves at times
to keep hands from drying out.
i used to think safety equipment
was sissy (and maybe i still do)
but now i wear it, realizing that
it's no one day that'll do you in,
but the slow steady accumulation
of damage--power tools & toxic
glue, the white dust of drywall,
snot red from ripping hardwood,
and other hazards like overeating
at Qazis' all-u-can Indian buffet. |
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