trembling in the dark
crazed and alone
shouldn’t I pick up the phone?

But I can’t, ‘cause I won’t
I don’t need a helping hand

I’ll just stay here
forever canned
out of sight, out of mind
with that Jar of Pickled Beats

how did they get here?
how long have they sat?
perched in the dark,

on the very top corner of the very top shelf
I will stay hidden
by myself