the hardest part about working at the xbi aint the bullets
or the poison
or the debilitating damage it does to yr knees
it’s that you cant ever answer honestly when someone cute asks how was your day
secrets, for some, are easy to keep
except when it dawns on you every now and then
this may be the last story you will ever tell.
so why not whisper it in the ear of a pretty girl?
fine, she said, but give me a codename
just in case.