Hide & Seek

Hide and Seek
Evan Hall

Place.
Gotta find a place.
A place to hide. A place to place my rear.
A place to shield myself from others eyes. But where?
Outside?
Yes!
There’s so much space out here in this place.
The tree’s a nice place to hide and it’s nice to lean up against its side.
But now, why does it itch down in my pants?
Son of a bitch, it’s covered in fire ants!
Behind the garage, in one of the huts?
Dear Lord, there’re rabid squirrels and they’re after my nuts!
“Ready or not, here I come!”
Crap time’s up with no place to run.
Not here not there.
Fuck!
The bastard’s everywhere!
Wait!
A bush.
I’ll throw my tush in the bush.
Ahh, what a nice place to sit.
Ohh dear God I just sat in shit!
I’ll jump in the lake to mask the stench.
Sweet Jesus there’s leeches with a blood lust to quench!
Get up. Stumble down.
Do my best not to drown.
As I fall I crack my head on a rock.
Blood and time flows away. Drip drop, tick tock.
Wake up. It’s night out.
All I hear is a shout.
“Ha ha. Found you. Tag you’re it.
What the Hell?! Why do you smell like shit?!”