THIS IS AN ATTEMPT TO SAY GOODBYE WITHOUT ACTUALLY LEAVING
by Ryan J. Rader

My windows and doors are open
the food and milk in the
unplugged refrigerator has turned.

How does meat turn?
Does it curse and rebel against
the apples in the crisper below?

I don't understand why
there are so many exits
wherever I am.

I have rebelled against enough people,
But this couch knows what it did
when I leave it nailed to the carpet.

If you would like to surprise me
climb the patio and enter or
break through the kitchen wall.

Earlier, I salvaged two apples.
When I am eating one I am noticing
how red and crisp they can be.

If I seem powerless or rotten
when you enter and I turn
it is because I unplugged myself.

I am saving the other apple for you
but it is possible I may slide out the window
before you get here.

I can't promise the apple will remain
red and crisp, loyal to the sour milk.
Close the door on your way out.