I hate these walls
And I hate this town
And I no longer want
To be around here or anywhere
So my mind goes to bathtubs
And kitchen knife drawers
And the pile of rope
Dad left on the floor
And medicine cabinets
An a brown paper bag
With a short note attached

What will it be?
Option A, B or C
I never was good at choosing
When it comes to me
I try to shut it off
Try to make the grand leap
But before I know it
I’ve fallen back asleep