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
the door
wide open
s
a
l
o
o
n
style
i load my gun
i fake a
smile
and take
a sip
of some
old
w
i
n
e
and on my
way
i turn
around
i catch
a glimpse
of something
tragic
a little spy
tearing
through
my old
blue
d
i
a
r
y
(beware those
loaded
verses)
like the
b
a
n
d
i
d
reader
that you
are
LannaZee 