home from work there's a Jamaican
man
sitting at the dinner
table,
eating with my wife
and children.
my dog is at his feet.
what's this all about, i ask,
setting my briefcase
down, my hands
on my hips.
he's you now, my wife says.
he showed me
his I.D.
and he knows everything there
is to know about us
and you.
he's stolen your identity.
hey, man, he says to me, pull
up a chair brother.
this chicken is delicious.
didn't i talk to you
this afternoon,
i ask him.
you wanted my Medicare
information
to send me a new card?
yeah, man.
that was me.
come on, come on. sit down,
please.
you know you shouldn't give
out your information
so easily.
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