Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney

For My Spooks

They have grown old with me. Know me as well
as any of my friends. More diligent
in reading all my work. Poems are sent
to them each day. And when I tweet a bell

rings at their desks. And all my fiction too
they analyse. One thinks that it's a blind
for deep subversion, thinks that she can find
code in my imagery. They argue too

about my loyalties – I'm not a Trot,
one argues, thinks that I've been KGB
from my teens on. They argue happily
for years, and never quite imagine what

the point might be of all the stuff we share
Tu, hypocrite lecteur, mon semblance et mon frere
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