plotting my escape

i don't blame the animals

in the zoo

for plotting their escape.

looking for the door

left open,

the cage unlatched,

the gap

between the bars. i've been

there, been

inside wanting out

many times.

in love gone sour.

scratching another day

onto the wall.

digging the tunnel

a spoonful at a time,

waiting patiently

as i hear the jangle 

of her keys,

her footsteps coming

down the hall.