The Hiding Game (Virgin) Poem by MaryJane Hoey

Where shall i hide you?
I've spent to much time weighing the stones,
To put you under them and not worry how you will be crushed.
I pocket you,
With my small change and photo dockets,
And prey that the holes are the size that i believed them to be,
How they swallow you how you love them.
I bring you out sometimes,
to chew on the table legs,
And eat salt.
The door opens softely head first then feet,
Followed by make up and coffee stains,
You see them even before they crack the door.
Now you hide yourself,
You do not need my help any more,
There in the lint and tooth picks you hide your face,
And wait.