guilt hides behind the couch
in a big pile
of tin cans and
thrown out
papers

things I hide from
and try to hide
others from

days go by
trying not to look
behind the
couch
and see guilt
grinning knowingly
as the color
leaves my
face

but fate cannot smile
and I run away
angry

somehow thinking
that sedentary creature
can come chasing
after me

but no,
he sits and works
without working

his smugness
is the worst part
of it all

that is why I sit,
back turned from that
which I cannot seem
to face

I wait for the moment
when it goes away
and know, fully, that
that moment is waiting
on me