Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Hermit's Confession

So I never go out 

but I'm never at home

so that's why I never 

answer the phone.

You can believe me. 

I'll tell you why.

The caller might be

someone I never  

want to see, 

someone who never  

wants to see me.

Or so we agreed.

The truth can remain 

hidden for years

till hung in the sun

along with the wash

to startle the neighbors

like a red brassiere. 

So I never go out 

but I'm never at home

so that's why I never 

answer the phone.

You can believe me. 

I've told you why.