rock, scissors, paper

Rock, Scissors, Paper

I should
be home
making supper
but here
I am
up on
the hill
pretending
to be
a sheep.


It’s not
what you
might be
thinking I
could be
pretending
to be
anything other
than myself.


It’s the
only way
to stay
safe.


We all
do it.


Just look
at what
you’re pretending
to be
right this
minute.


Who are
you protecting
yourself from?


And what
are they
pretending
to be?


They might
be pretending
to be
something
you can’t
protect yourself
from by
pretending
what you’re
pretending.


They might
be pretending
what they’re
pretending
to protect
themselves
from you.


It’s a
little like
rock scissors
paper &
the loser
has to
go out
into the
world without
a mask.

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