Imagine our surprise when my brother and I
discovered that our grandmother
had been enlisted by the CIA or maybe the FBI
to do contract work as an undercover spy.
We had discovered that our grandmother,
after the death of her beloved Hare,
would covertly spy undercover,
trading secrets with folks in nursing care.
Following the passing of beloved Hare,
she’d trade secrets with infirm patients
and use BINGO chips to track terrorists.
They called her senile, but they were mistaken.
She’d call BINGO to identify enemies of the state,
and play secretly recorded tapes for the CIA.
They called her senile, poor mistaken souls,
but imagine our surprise when the agency told us
it wasn’t true.