Look at this big empty table,
covered in air
and bogged down in silence.

Do you hear this big empty table?

It’s calling to you from across
that big empty room,
no,
that large empty house,
no,
that gigantic empty town,
no,
that huge desolate world.

Come and sit down with me at this
big empty table.

I’ll cook you up some mac n’ cheese
and we’ll converse through
a long empty silence
while we slide the placemats and
arrange that basket of tiny fake flowers and
sling barbecue sauce all over my mother’s
vacant green walls.

Because if you sit down at that
big empty table,
the world would fill my big empty void
and come eat dinner with me.