Invocation against Interlopers

Lord, keep your rumored
all-knowing eyes from seeking
out the dark secrets of

my damp and shadowed
sheets. I'm not your child, only
a private woman

loving a quiet
man, thrilling in vice, and my
earnings remain mine.

You who --so I heard--
breathed my name at conception,
wrote my life in your

Book of Life, told my
sordid tale in black and white--
just leave me alone.

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