Underneath the stairs
No one will find me
Inside the pantry
I can see the bottoms of their shoes
Running from room to room
Clamoring through cupboards
The door swings open
I am discovered
Happy she found me first
Sometimes I am not cursed
And though her touch is accidental
The rub of an arm inflated
Oh, is her heart beating as fast as mine?
Sitting in the dark
I here them coming
My stomach grumbling
Pressed between her thigh and a pile of cans
God, where do I put my hands?
I shift to hide my grin
The crash of pans and they pile in
That's how the game always ends
They push us closer together
And though her touch is accidental
The rub of an arm inflated
Oh, is her heart beating as fast as mine?

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