Spy vs. Spy



At the precious age of ten
I played with the girl next door
who, among other things
betrayed a dangerous accent
& wore a black beret.
I had given her the name
Of Irma Kuryakin, having
seen the night before
an episode from the Man from U.N.C.L.E.
The world was saved from another
terrorist plot for one more week.
Stealthily, I crept behind Irma
whose back represented the Iron Curtain.
She was T.H.R.U.S. H.’s top agent
& recruited every spy in the neighborhood.
I formed my hand into a gun
& said Bang Bang, you’re dead.
She turned & said
You’re supposed to use a silencer.

It was the same line
I used on her
for some twenty years of marriage.
We divorced on the grounds
Of bad casting.


- Kyle Hemmings