under the table

Together we sit our backs against the wall

A quiet space to get away from it all

We hardly talk but that’s more than okay

A darkened place to escape from the day

Dear, I don’t think anyone is looking for us

And frankly I don’t understand all the fuss

All we did to them was be ourselves

And put those body parts on the shelf

I told you to bin them, don’t keep a trophy

And I told you this job should be lonely

I guess all we can do is sit here and wait

The incoming lights predict our fate

(2026, April)

I’ll see you under the table