the walls around us
are made
of iron bars
but no matter
how hard i try
to decipher
the conjunction of peril
it isn’t apparent
if you
are the prisoner

or if
it is me

so i clang
my metal cup
across the bars
unable
to see
the inner workings
of the pin and tumbler
locking mechanism
unable
to bring my self
to try the door

for fear
of the truth

let’s plan
a jailbreak
incapacitate a guard
steal his keys
i
will wear his uniform
you
slip on the cuffs
we will waltz
out the front gate
hop in a cruiser
make our way
to mexico
with fake ids
begin anew

just tell me
which of us
is in jail?