Spam Calls

after the twenty ninth

spam

call of the day,

i slump

into my chair with a stiff

drink.

the battery drained

from my phone.

no, i say.

i don't want solar panels,

i don't want

medication,

i don't care about medicare

benefits,

part a, part b, part c, or d.

i don't care that

they found my car on the border

of texas,

or that my social

security number has been

stolen,

or that someone

has ordered an i phone

on my amazon account.

i don't need a medical alert

bracelet,

or insurance for end of life

benefits.

i don't even care if i've won

the publishers clearing house

sweepstakes,

three days in a row.

i'm sort of done with India.

i'm crossing it

off my list of places

to ever visit.