This is how I hide me from myself:
I am holding a thing
An idea comes to me
My brain shifts its occupation to that idea.
HAND
Do we need Thing for Idea?
BRAIN [preoccupied]
What? No. Put it down.
HAND
Got it! Where does it go?
EYES
Brain's busy, but that spot looks good.
HAND
Ok!
And so Brain carries on, unaware of what has happened to my wallet or keys or whatever.
/poems/