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
to pack a shoebox-of-your-own
with snacks and maybe some water
and come with me?
we will rebuild, he promised her
standing in the ashes of
a blanket fort gone awry