Junk Mail

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.