Cowards die many times before their deaths.
Saturday, July 11, 2020
Identity Theft Protection
You stole my identity
You stole my personality
You steal my intelligence
and my memory of how to draw flowers.
Crack the combination of my sexual history.
Dumpster-dive my defects and the numbers assigned them
But give me fair credit--
I’ve bought a cross-cutting shredder.
Steal the law
and steel me.
I must leave now.
I live in a toybox with my old old dolls and my play animals,
who bear no numbers and were paid for in cash.
Drug thieves have access to my former soul
but have no interest here.