shall i return again
to one or another crawlspace
under one or another stair
scratch my words between the cobwebs
in the soft mortar
listen, huddled, to footsteps
gloat at my secrecy.
announce to the spiders
'i am unfindable'
wait, as passersby cast shadows down the little beam of light
through the keyhole of the old wood door
and ask of each
"is it you"
"have you discovered me"