it’s naptime

in the kinder room

one ‘sleeps’ in the cot garage

and

a hand reaches out

one ‘sleeps’ outside

barely on her cot

and 

sees the signal

secret notes

get passed

in silence

letters

and

numbers

and

pictures

and 

very, very

 important scribbles

of all kinds.

let the spy games begin.

—
in my head, i think i’d make a perfect spy,

but in reality, i don’t think i’d fare very well.

– matthew rhys