The Hiding Game
You’ve played the hiding game
so well that even God can’t find you.
You’ve lost yourself and dream
about people without faces.
One night you walk the aisles of a supermarket
trying to re-connect with physical things of this world.
You trudge through nights of waning moon.
Even in full moon, your shadow is absent.
Daylight hurts your eyes, but you’re so afraid
of death vibrating through the night.
You once knew one smart woman who loved God,
but that’s the only memory you didn’t hide.
You see five apple trees and one sea gull.
You’re in New York City and don’t know why.
All you have left are dark desires
pulling your collar with an invisible hand.
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