Flight

I
left
the house
for a gallon
of milk and I 
wondered what if
I never went back. How
long would you drink black
coffee and eat dry cereal before
you realized I was gone? Driving north
through Canada, flying with the geese and
honking my horn, buying a down coat for myself
and a warm sleeping bag, relaxing all night in 
in the back seat of my car curled up around
that spoiled milk I bought for you
before deciding on hunger and 
thirst at home. I left coffee 
in the pot and cereal in
the cupboard and I
didn’t even leave
you any milk for
the morning
when you
wake up
alone.