Preoccupied
the adults
hanging from my ceiling
are busy talking
in an angry crescendo
about the matter they solved an hour ago.
i think what's left,
to be loudly discussed,
are the what ifs.
in case you decide
to interrupt them
with the details
of their next mission,
double check if
the room is soundproof.
they aren't really fond
of being told
what a waste of time
it is
to postmortem
my head