here I hide
nearly invisible
in the blindingly brilliant
light of day
hear I hide
in teh colors
and the sounds
of your everyday
that you don’t quite notice
you can’t see
but is there
you don’t quite hear
the smell
that almost tickles
not wuite wrinkls
your nose
but that stirs
the ugly dark memory
of fright from childhood
I hide
here
hear
in the sights and the smells and sounds
of your every day
I slide
between
the noticed
and the not
to live in your world
almost
but not quite
really
and just at the edge
of mine