might be a russian spy.
she's always wearing her sunglasses
and a black
leather coat,
fit for siberia,
not the summer weather here
in washington.
i say hello to her
and she ignores me.
she's always talking on her phone,
which has as very large antennae,
saying loudly.
nyet. nyet.
death to those who defy me,
things like
that.
i made her a tuna casserole
when she moved
into
the neighborhood
and i never go the dish back.
so i'm
a little upstet
over that.
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