X

I hate these walls

And I hate this town

And I no longer want

To be around here or anywhere, so

My mind goes to bathtubs

And kitchen knife drawers

And the pile of rope

Dad left on the floor and

Medicine cabinets

An aluminum bats

An a brown paper bag

With a short note attached

What will it be

Option A, B or C

I never was good at choosing

When it comes to me

I try to shut off

Try to make the grand leap

But before I know it

I've fallen back asleep