HIDING

08 Jun HIDING

I’ve been hiding 

In plain sight.

You think you see me

But you don’t.

You think you hear me

But it’s just a trick of the wind

Rustling your hair 

Against the collar 

Of your jacket.

You think you can touch me

But when you reach for me

You find something that isn’t quite there 

Because I am not quite here

Even when I pretend to be.

The vessel in the center of it all

Is a trick of smoke and mirrors 

A concoction I’ve left for you to discover 

While I’ve slipped away 

Just beyond your grasp 

And vanished into thin air

Exiting stage left from this shiny, stage production known as “Liz’s life”.

I don’t think I am enjoying it anymore 

But I don’t want anyone else to know that

Least of all, the protagonist herself!

That would be a crushing blow to her fragile ego,

So carefully constructed over the years 

Out of accomplishments and accolades.

And so “the show must go on”, 

Even as the lights inside me grow dimmer 

And I slip ever father away from whatever

THIS

Was supposed to be about

in the first place.

#2

Nothing I could ever

Do

Or

Say 

Or

Think

Could be as beautiful 

As standing 

In the center 

Of this clit

Of Five

Rushing, overlflowing

Streams

Cascading down this ancient

Volcano.

This gushing, purposeful water,

Heavy with 

Snowmelt 

Heads

Down to the sea.

And I dig a hole

Beside it.

I lay in the soft

Pine needles.

Once again

And they hold my tears

And I cry about everything 

And nothing.

For I am everything

And nothing, 

Once again.