Hiding from Kathy,

Running ahead,

And zagging in,

Diving in the tall grass,

Being very still,

She's tracking me, 

Taking a short cut now!

She's climbing over an old barbed wire fence

That falls down onto on my legs.

I can't yell.

She rides it down and picks up my trail,

And I'm lying there with barbs poking my legs,

Wondering if this game

Of hide and seek with a dead girl is worth it.

But the truth is, I can't let her

See me without my disguise.

Even her, my best friend,

I'm not sure she would understand 

How perverted things have been 

Since we were kids,

And that Batgirl is now the bad guy

That I am trying to defend the world from.

So I wear this twisted disguise,

So even in dreams I run from my best friend,

Who died in a plane crash

Just north of Kingfisher, Oklahoma in 1994.

-jenn