odd, how we find each other.
there are words which join me
to you to him to her, degrees of seperation
that would make kevin bacon blush.
anonymity is never total,
and i know more about you than, maybe,
‘britney spears.’ my mother-in-law’s name. ‘diaper overflow.’
you’re searching, and i hope you find;
for now, you’ve found me.
‘5 month old thrashes head side to side’
is sixth, between ‘missey’ and
a ‘paradise of child depravity’.
you’re searching, and i pray you find.