Just waiting for everyone to fall asleep
to attempt my escape.
Escape from where? you ask.
Escape, just escape, Cannibal.
I could bet you don’t understand.
I have grandparents who I love very much. 
I love them and will forever, all the time.
   except for the moments I spend with them.
   staring into their graves, 
their inviting arms, their forbidden silence, 
their antiquity.
So inviting, almost poetic.
A lot of things are almost poetic to me but not quite.
You have to be less-poetic sometimes.

(April 1997)