Who am I?
My library card says 731335979

Am I not something more?

I do not wish to be a ghostly shadow
a number to keep statisticians
and bookkeepers happy

My identity is being lost
in a maze of computer printouts
and even in these words
I write

The poems
these words
are calling me
seducing me
becoming me
and hence
destroying me

Do I succumb
or withstand
and be ripped apart
inside?

I am confused

Ha!
A gross understatement!

Where is the key
to unlock this vile dilemma?

Is the dilemma itself my destiny?
Have I any purpose in life at all?