How many times I’ve been a spy.
In the houses of lepers. In houses
where women wash feet with tears.
Where perfumes fill the air, and
we speak of funerals and goodbyes.
You tried to buy me with money
but my heart was already sold.
We all have secrets we carry with us.
Sometimes we bury them in the yard.
Sometimes in the back of the sock drawer.
Inside a book. An old pair of shoes.
I burn the incense. Sit in silence.
I play my role. I wear the right clothes.
I keep saying goodbye.
I’m not sure what that‘s worth.
In the houses of lepers. In houses
where women wash feet with tears.
Where perfumes fill the air, and
we speak of funerals and goodbyes.
You tried to buy me with money
but my heart was already sold.
We all have secrets we carry with us.
Sometimes we bury them in the yard.
Sometimes in the back of the sock drawer.
Inside a book. An old pair of shoes.
I burn the incense. Sit in silence.
I play my role. I wear the right clothes.
I keep saying goodbye.
I’m not sure what that‘s worth.
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