A Poem For Saturday

"Junk Mail" by T. R. Hummer first appeared in The Atlantic in April, 2003:

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.