a mistake, but i give
the man
on the phone my social
security number,
my name
and birth date, my
mother's maiden name,
my checking account
number,
and my address.
he sounds very nice,
and promises that he
won't share my
information with anyone.
he's selling me,
Emily Wilson,
an end of life
insurance policy.
i think i can trust him.
he asks me if i prefer
burial or cremation.
i tell him, burn baby burn
like we used
to chant in the streets
in sixties.
he doesn't seem to get it.
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