i would usually leave through the sliding glass door on the patio

as a child i would pretend to run away

by packing myself a shoebox-full of snacks
telling my mother i was running away
and spending an hour or so
hiding behind different buildings in our apartment complex.

i rationed my food,
taking tiny bites
of potato and corn chips
so they would last.

i have a question for you

but first a statement i should make
an answer to a question you have not yet asked;
yes, i would. forever, always.

would you like one day
          and maybe what i mean by ‘one day’ is
          ‘every day’
to pack a shoebox-of-your-own
with snacks and maybe some water

and come with me?