Every eraser I use smudges
my email back into the name of a man
who constantly adds me to work
lists that I am totally unqualified for.
This is not a metaphor;
that would be stupid.
An Israeli–can you believe it? I know.
A doctor of the nervous system.
I'm not exaggerating
and in a way it's
the worst thing that's ever happened to me
because I keep thinking about
how I can just change my email
address anytime I want
but I don't.
Why should I,
ya know?
