if it’s all the same to you

 

if it’s all the same to you, i’ll take my pride to go.
packaged alongside other leftovers
and shoved hastily into a white plastic bag,
featuring a smiling yellow face and the words,
“thank you. have a nice day!”

if it’s all the same to you, i’ll leave out the front door.
i’ve been climbing through windows for years,
and my feet ache for solid ground.
if it’s all the same to you, i’ll fix my gaze ahead,
lest nostalgia (or curiosity) turn this Lot to salt.

 

if it’s all the same to you, i’ll never be the same.