Never turn your back

When fighting zombies,
vampires, soul sucking creatures,
the blonde ones never listen
turn around to embrace frat boys,

or the professor, or to tie a shoe,
forgetting the simple horror rules
apply no matter how beautiful
or buxom you are. You are the

red-uniformed starfleet security,
the first to go, last to know,
like our final day together when you
told me her name, said I love you

for the last time.

Photo by ky_olsen; Poetry by Heather Taylor