to tell you that they're working
in a secure place.
a skiff, or some other
jive joint
where it's hush hush
sweet charlotte.
i can't e mail, or text or
make calls
from there,
they say.
the information we have
can't ever leak out
or be shared.
you look at them and laugh,
put your lips together
and go pfffft.
really?
what's the big whoop?
just tell me one single
secret, one tiny itty bitty
little secret
that the rest of us can't know.
is it the chinese,
the russians. aliens?
something about the virus.
i can't they say,
i'll lose my job.
but we do play gin rummy
a lot
when there is no scare.
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