I am waiting
Slightly outside
Under a stone
I am fine,
perhaps unidentified
I consider clothes I have met
Perhaps
I am hiding
Naked
Not daring to show myself
I think of the small twists
In my heart
Humming along in hisses
I am thinking fast
Searching for something
To throw
I don't know why I am hiding
I sit on the rock
Clutching my heart.
3rd March 2007
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