She yearned to
become a spy
yet she failed
so miserably
She walked
the long walk
and dressed
in hued tones
She hushed the
sharp tongues
and asked for
bad karma
For those
that would
play her—
the good ones
obeyed her
Lila yearned to
become a spy
yet she failed
so miserably
She wore her
dark shades,
unravelled
dark plots
/ with feline intention
and birdlike precision /
Yet her wings
she did not
want to
get
w
e
t
So she’d run
under cover
on rainy
days
It was always
warmer
by that
fireplace
She yearned
to become a spy—
Yet she failed
so miserably
i see myself
poetry bare naked
just reflected
in your half
broken
m i r r o r
while taking
a sip out of
your nearly
empty bottle
of dry
w i t
can you see us—
or at least
can you
remember what we
used to look
l i k e
in that,
our world of
alternate
rhymes
and fancy
w o r d p l a y s
worlds now
dissolved into
thin air, for readers
to imagine—
But never
r e a d
i see us
poetry bare naked
just reflected
into that
half-broken
mirror
a sip out of
our nearly
empty
rhyming bottle
of dry
g i n
been feeling dry
for days,
a verse-provoking
senseless fear
permeates
my dreams
my quill,
a half-gnawed
bone
with one last
ink droplet
staining my
b
l
a
n
k
surface
LannaZee 