We could have lost the house to the fire,
you say as I inspect the damages.
Not enough to make an insurance claim,
I say as you leave the house
with the kids to wait until the fumes
It could have been worse, I say,
it could have been worse.
But you have already driven away
and I continue to inspect the damages
and proceed to throw away the burned fan
and apply the chemicals to wipe away
The fire just got to the surface this time.
The sooty film will be washed off.
But the memory will certainly live on.
It could have been worse, I say
as I spray Clorox onto the counter
and wait for the chemical to work its magic.
It could have been worse.
© Ernesto González, 2009