Search Engine

Search Engine

The water wheel of the internet turns
under the weight of the names we pour
into it. Google is a cauldron. We call
to those individuals and things we want
to locate, shouting their names with
our fingers. Search engines point out
to us the many spots in which the truth
hides and exists. All this looking makes
us a forgetful people, and we take it out
on how we talk. I try to carefully address
a whole mess of recipients, concealing
their names from each other, and screw
it up, a wall of atmarks and dot coms
weighing down the ceiling of the email.
I’ll be BCCing you next time, I reassure
them, copying who they are but keeping
them invisible. I’ll tighten the straps
on every attachment, grab onto each
wayward jaypeg and stray doc flapping
in the breeze of the internet. Wherefore
art the anchors in here, this placeless
place where a name is an address.