I Wish I Can Hide

I wish I can hide in the folds of dough

as you knead it into bread,

or out the window by the clouds of flour

spreading over your head.

I wish I can be an egg that disintegrates

when mixed by your warm gentle touch,

or hide in the oven's heated place

that will turn me into mush.

I wish I can hide in the folds of your dishtowel

as you throw it over your shoulder,

or in the red checkered oven mittens

where no one would search or wonder.

I wish I can hide, Oh I wish I can hide

behind any of those cabinet doors

maybe the pantry or broom closet

or best beneath the tiled kitchen floors.