Anonymy

We could meet by quiet arrangement
We could break in the hospital at night
We could hook up to the broken equipment
just the way I’d think you’d like

We could trade x-ray portraits
autographed with leftover light
We could make our own real badges
sloppy and counteralphabetical
just the way I’d think you’d like

We could pretend to have our secrets
but I have along been a spy
I know your name and
I know all you’re going to hide…
You wear your clothes on the inside