My first name is a random set of numbers and letters And other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever My last name, a thousand vowels fading down a sinkhole To a susurrus, couldn't just be John Doe or Bingo My address a made-up language written out in living glyphs Lifted from demonic literature and religious texts Telephone covered by purveyors of the ouija Then checked against the CBGB women's room graffiti My social a sudoku, my age is obscure My in-case-of-emergency is in the daisies chasing birds Employed by trillionaires with perfect teeth and pores And people who open doors for the people who open doors My medical history is a course at SUNY Buffalo Charlatan psychiatry and troubleshooting undertow