Picnic

Let’s go on a picnic

Bring your cameras and feed me all your excuses 

Spread me a platter of thoughts and prayers 

And pour me bottles of chilled indifference.

Let’s go on a picnic

Lay me the concrete out of what you label a jungle 

Cushion me with the lichen in the minute cracks 

So my kneeling feels less at your mercy and more at my discretion.

Let’s go on a picnic

One that my class and collar can call our own 

One that summer showers would paint on me and your windows – 

One that I can finally proclaim that only you were on the outside looking in.