Schroedinger was joking about the cat,

you know, she said, and everyone groaned,
or not really everyone because it was really
just me
        who she was talking to, and
I didn’t groan per se
                        because that would be
rude, of course, but I did kind of
    my eyes
            when she wasn’t looking —
but anyway, look, her point was valid,
okay, Schroedinger had been joking about it all, the
cat and the box and the poison, I
                                    read it
once, somewhere
                online, maybe so it could be true,
at least, probably is true — but it’s just that she’s always
doing that, interrupting reality to
                                    correct it, I guess,
and sometimes, it’s
                    tiresome, if you know what I mean.