Now,
It goes without saying
that this means I am a deadly super-spy,
put into sleeper mode, hidden amidst the sublimely mundane
Only faintly conscious of my true importance

“Letter Composed During a Lull in the Fighting,” Kevin C. Powers, 2009 I tell her I love her like not killing    or ten minutes of sleep    beneath the low rooftop wall    on which my rifle rests.      I tell her in a letter that will stink,    when she opens it,    of bolt oil and burned […]