i surrender, good luck with being me

tired from the endless

calls, at last

i allow

the man on the phone to steal my

identity.

i give him

my social security number,

my bank

account numbers,

my address,

my phone numbers.

i give him the names of my

children,

my wife.

my doctor.

i give him my height and weight.

i tell him where

i work,

and how much money

i make.

i give him

my mother's maiden name.

i tell him

where i was born,

where i grew up.

what school i attended.

i tell him

my nickname.

my dog's name.

i give him all the passwords

to everything

on my computer

and phone.

i give him the combination

to my safe,

the name of my first love.

i tell him

where i'll park my car tomorrow

and that i'll

leave the keys

under the seat.

go ahead, i tell him, it's all

yours,

everything.

it's your turn.

i'm so tired of being me.