She needs a man

She told me that she needs a man
With six months left to live,
Someone to carry out a plan,
Secret, corroborative.

Many years ago I’d said,
Such things are commonplace.
She giggled and her face turned red.
A freeze became her face.

Such a thing that I’d suggest,
No such thing conspiracy.
Conspiracy she can’t digest
Though she suggests it openly.

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