Beneath me,
at my feet,
I suspect
I feel a loose screw
and, if can take off my shoe
and sock
and have enough flexibility left
in that foot,
I may be able worry the head
and turn the screw
and finally dislodge it.

From there
I may be able to use its point
to fray the ties that bind me
in this inconvenient spot.
With hands free
there is the slightest possibility
I can unfasten enough of the floor
to exit this damned room
and escape through the floor.

There is a chance.
There is hope.
There is an opportunity
to be free
and I will take it.
I will be –
Oh. A Raisinet.

Delicious.