I’M NOT HOME
I’m sure there is something you can find for me to do
from down here on the floor. For instance, do you need
to know how many dimes are underneath the couch,
should you care to move it? I might even be able to mate
a few pairs of socks, if you can bring them over here. Eating
is out of the question, as is answering the phone. I can dictate
a text message, maybe. I have tried out yelling “I’m not home,”
so that one is in stock should somebody knock at the door.
There are other things that could be accomplished down here,
I’m sure. Many things. I don’t see any reason to ever have to move.