Alias

For some purpose, a scheme most grand

He, needing your needles now, whispers your alias

Loving only his broken-record voice

Revolutions — he cannot keep count anymore

I, with clean heart and tear-stained kitchen floors, no longer live to hear

My blessed middle name upon an Imposter’s lips

You and I, givers

Pawns in a taker’s desperate game

May you win with me