I left 2 months ago.
October 7.
It was late.
I wore boots.
I had 23 glasses of water.
Rid the tears, tiny blue tears.
Swallow.

I went with the women who wear their hair back with pins
and drink wine with dinner.
Bed time 8pm.
Prayer 6am.
Soul searching for big answers.

I was sent on a job by a note in the mail,
delivered to secret agent M.
It was a take down.
It took 14 days.

I was driven home late last night
by a man who spoke poor English and lousier Spanish.
I chipped off the pink and plan on recoloring tomorrow.
The next question, what color.

I circle in dark red the ad in the local.
"Hiring Spies."

I start again....

  but this time with a new name.