The world is too expensive and far.
Using false identities, I called companies to find employees who haven’t forgotten,
what a terrible life.
Once I had a prospect, I called as myself, read from a script,
“Hello, I’m a recruiter with Eagles International.
What if I told you I can put your career on a flight to Europe?”

My girlfriend believed in Adam and Eve. Daily, she’d plead for my soul.
Her eyes shone like big innocent suns, vaguely inspirational.
Once, she even blessed my phone—opening her pocket notebook of secret prayers.
Yet I felt unabsolved, a kind of corporate sorrow. Lying
made my teeth hurt

I was alone as the moon—
came home from work, dropped my shoes and groaned
because I was no one.