Canadian or not, here I come!

I’ve counted long enough

my arm pressed against the brick

numbed despite the stings

my brow creased over eyes

closed as per social rules

my feet pricked by dirt

tickled to near death.
You hidin’ in the alley bin, girl?

You hidin’ good? Behind trash?

Or up the wall? Nobody looks up

where the monster splays.

You think I lookin’ down

all the time, blendin’ in,

brown brown me, quiet quiet

waitin’ waitin’ countin’.
Ok! I know you’re out there!

You not so silent for long.

You’re too used to do the talking.

You’re going to giggle.

You’re going to give yourself away.

You need a playmate.

It’s just a silly game. Come on.

Night’s falling. Supper soon.