of the red exit sign in the corner.
i see
the kitchen
down the long
corridor.
the back door.
i see an easy get away
off the porch,
i could slip
out that way,
or down the steps
to the cellar
and climb out a window.
i'm ready
to go.
just one more drink
and round
of small talk
and then i'm
out of here, on
the road.
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