woke up to a notice of stolen identity

fraudulent charges from another state of unbeing

they took my money and spent it on frivolities while i slept on a mattress soaked with broken dreams

they can have the identity you so deftly absconded with

it is worthless after all

refund me my time and bank notes so i can slip away into the darkness and assume a new name

i’ll save up for some bargain back street plastic surgeon to beautify my ugliness into a passing semblence of normal

with my new face and name i’ll achieve moderate noteriety in the gambling dens and underground fighting arenas

save up my winnings and hop aboard a freighter to foreign lands

learn a new language and defile it with more quixotic odes of charging head first into listless love

writing to her, or haar, or sa, or tema, or nju, hende, su, henne and so on and so poorly mistranslated, misstated, and relegated to the compost

you can have it hacker

take it all

just let my corpse fester with regret as i rise and skulk away like a fool in the night

you can take the credit but know there is an inordinate amount of blame that goes with it as well

i’ll be practicing mandarin and tossing dice

building new callouses on my fists and heart

composing idioms of idiocy while my toes curl in the sand

a new version of the old broken

a vibrant rebranding of a failing business model

you can take it all