Everyone has a gift. A superpower, if you will.

Mine?

Well, it’s not my ability to peel an orange in a single piece of rind.

It’s not my ability to identify a piece of music, or a movie, no matter how obscure, with a random snippet. Which is utterly worthless, except as a party trick.

It’s not even my ability to tell the time—without looking. Nor my gift for attracting traffic to intersections/red lights.

There is nothing I do better, than hide things.

From myself.

Indeed. This. Is my superpower.

How frustrating.