Hide and Seek
It’s hard to keep coming up
With new ways of saying
What I mean without
Actually saying it.
In the beginning
I embraced the challenge—
It became a perpetual game
Of hide and seek,
Secretly hoping you would
Always eventually find me.
But one runs out
Of suitable hiding places
You reach a point where
Everything you try
Leaves you dangerously exposed.
Soon enough my leg
Is sticking out so far
From behind a sapling
You can see it
From a mile away.
It stops being fun anymore.
There I am again!
Hoping you don’t notice
My naked body
Standing on the other side
Of your full length mirror
While you get ready for dinner.
And so I either
Fall back on cliché
Or the metaphors get so weird
You need a separate metaphor
To explain them, meta-metaphors,
Which can take you
Places, I’ll you that,
But never with anyone else,
You’re on your own..
And I only really need to to say
This one thing without
Actually saying it.
Just one thing.
Which means the unsaid thing
Could potentially be anything
Which takes us straight to the realm
Of clever summer tautologies
Where even this lonesome dog
Snoozing on the driveway or
This lost fly zizzing
Disconsolately against my window
Could be exactly what I mean
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