This poem is another made up of fragments cut from twenty-five spam messages I received from January through March 2014 and is part of a series. Our humanity is when we reach for each other. Even just someone to lie to.

You do not know me
But I am compelled

All I need from you…

An old account
Kept in a secret place
Are you the friend of my father?

This will come as a surprise
It is understandable

All I need from you…

An uncontrollable crisis
You must have heard
My life no more protected
The only son

At such a turning point
One has to risk confiding
the language of friendship

A deadly bomb blast
Such wild destruction
A huge sum of money
Lost by fire

Dearest One
I need to confirm
In the name of Allah
Are you dead or alive?