the great outdoors

i want to go camping
she tells you
as you walk along
the trail behind your
house, carefully
avoiding snakes
and droppings from
animals you've never
seen. camping? you
say, with an air
of surprise. why?
i love nature, she
says. the outdoors.
the smell of woods.
but we're in the woods,
you tell her.
look at all these
trees. no we're not.
we're behind your
house and i can see
a 7-11 right between
those houses. i want
to be in the mountains,
in the forest.
we can build a fire,
sleep in a pup tent.
roast marshmallows.
what do you think?
i don't know you tell
her, picking up
a stick and knocking
an empty beer can
towards the creek
that ambles slowly
beside the trail
what about our carbon
footprints? will
there we wi fi?
it'll be fun, don't
worry, i'll start
planning it.