I Want to Leave
“Don’t write,” you say,
“Just watch.”
But come to think of it,
why am I watching you at all
when I have so many more elaborate things to watch.
I’d rather be standing on the pinpoint of a pyramid,
or rowing a gondola in some
fancy European setting.
Instead,
to my annoyance,
I sit and watch your wrinkled hand
swiftly scribbling equations
and x’s and lines
on your projector.
And I don’t want to write
and I don’t want to watch.
I want to leave.