i get
a few calls a day,
eighty or so yesterday,
by someone
in India
or Pakistan, or Jamaica
wanting to
buy my house,
or award
me with two point five
million dollars
and
a C class Mercedes Benz.
it sounds
like the same call center
that i
get my Medicare
information
from,
as well as my funeral
expense
whole life
insurance,
and Medical Alert Bracelet.
as well
as car insurance,
and legal assistance for
what Round Up has
done to my nervous system.
thankfully i'm known
on the dark
web
data base
as Emily Wilson
on Oak Street.
who is alive and well,
though
only in my scratchy voice
and head.
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