Are you a spy in the House of Love,
Careful to erase evidence
of your obsessive betrayals?
I am.
Doing things I'm ashamed of--(why?)
There's no other term--
In the workshop, during quiet trips
to the bathroom, wherever.
On the street,
Sitting at the table,
In my mind...
Perhaps she is, too--
Both of us in the same household--
Behind our facades--
Unbeknownst to each other,
Awaiting mutual discovery.
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