I collect domain names
the way that other women collect shoes.
Want to know how I know, it’s a problem?
I’ve started putting them on my other credit card.
Lines and lines, of lives I might have had,
or might still.
For someone who often feels out of place,
It’s like buying a small flag to put in place, and say
I was here.
io. is the domain du jour
at least, for me.
And provocation is my favourite word
for now.
So of course I bought the combinations
of these things.
When they became available.
But explaining to my husband is like trying to explain
why I farm mountain goats or take Latin.
I just wanted a bit of space
to be myself.
You see in the company where I work
two, or sometimes more days in a week
I don’t even have a permanent desk or chair.
I’m not sure how that happened.
I just never got one.
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