I found an old friend today.
Through heavy haystacks of google
I sifted results–
too young,
too blond,
fat
wrong country
…but then:
“Best teacher eva”
“really funny but can be too smart, by far best Irish teacher”
“i tink she is a pain, she says wat she tinks!!”
I like to find stacks of friends
hidden amongst linkedIn, bebo and facebook
the most lucrative pages can be courtroom roll calls–
but sometimes Deans lists or academic journals.
the view from those stacks feels like a party
as though, if i had a birthday,
more than 3 people might show up.
That’s why—on cold nights
i’ve nestled up amongst those google haystacks,
keeping frostbitten limbs from turning
black and
stinking–
pretending has a certain pretense that can keep
you living one night longer.
