are looking their blackest,
domestically-
speaking, a huge-booted
superhero—
called Javier,
originally from
Seattle or somewhere—
breezes in
to assail the grim scene
with alacrity, charm
and the trademark civility
you'd expect
of his beneficent
alien technocrat guild.
At once, he rolls
his uniformed sleeves,
thrusts his hipsand cocks his
already quite tilted
and overloaded
utility belt
just a little
bit more
(this alone doesn't
fix anything, of course,
but it helps
you feel
as if you're
being taken care of).
Truthfully, he rarely uses
a single
cabalistic implement
from inside the thing
(his mere presence
ordinarily quells the emergency).
Truth is, that belt
isn't even
very pretty,
but damn it,
it's part
of the outfit—so he wears it.
