i wanted to be a detective.
i couldn't wait
for get smart to come on,
or james bond,
or columbo in his wrinkled
rain coat.
i studied
their investigative
ways.
how they pieced the clues
together,
one step a time,
one fingerprint
or hair fallen away.
they knew how
to follow
and eavesdrop, they
lingered in the shadows,
or wore
disguises.
i had no idea that i'd
be using it all one
day
in a marriage gone south,
with a wife who
ran astray.
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