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 Contents | April 2003 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. |
Junk Mail
by T. R. Hummer .....  Hear the author read this poem (in RealAudio)Opening his credit report, he found the story Of a woman he'd lied to twelve years before, and a book He'd lifted from a flea market, a signed first edition, And the time he'd watched, through a bathroom keyhole, his sister Touch herself: the Trinity of Credit Bureaus knew his every sin. He should have been outraged, he should have done— What? Called the FBI? Filed a lawsuit? Staged an exorcism?— Whatever you do to foil omniscience. But he kept on reading, And it went on forever, he couldn't put it down, it was fascinating.
T. R. Hummer's most recent book of poems is Useless Virtues (2001). He lives in Athens, Georgia, where he edits The Georgia Review. Copyright © 2003 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; April 2003; Junk Mail; Volume 291, No. 3; 43. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] | ||
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