Weird sky over Victoria, B.C. Photo by author.

Surveillance

You sent a spy

to check me out

you know I know this

and they know it too.

I chatted amiably

feigned detachment

sipped wine

talked about paradox

and other inane things.

Amazed, I watched myself

Under surveillance

I gave nothing away.

My refusal might have been too complete

What else could the

spy report back,

other than

‘There’s nothing there. She’s funny, open. Hilarious, in fact.’

I know what the spy report said.

I wrote it myself.