Hiding Poem by Jon Edward Walker

I sit in the darkness
the only light I occasionally
turn on is that in the bathroom
I make sure the windows are
covered enough to not let in
light
the radio plays
Spanish music
at a level
that covers
the sounds of everyday life,
cooking,
washing dishes,
footsteps
and the shower

I did something very bad
yesterday
and I must hide
for a while,

I eat much food
and watch the two movies
I own, ten times
and I read
while
hiding