We can?
We can do it the easy way
Or the hard way?
Ahhhhhh, I remember them both
So well.
Oh well.

Or, I could blow it out your tailpipe
Of great indifference I guess.
But what does it matter?
I'll still be this plate of food that you don't want,
You'll still be,
Not the elephant in the room,
But the room, itself,
That wraps me so tight I warp,
That holds me inside,
Staring from wall to wall to wall
Wondering at all the strange construction,
The artifice of carpet on the floor,
When I could be outside
Picking tomatoes
Or which row I want to hoe.

-jenn