I Google Myself
I am categorized in: 4,780,000 results.
It takes .10 seconds to find me
or the girls who stole my name;
my date of birth/address/parent’s names/SS;
the avatar I created on that online game
in tenth grade, where I actually believed
I could be that small—those photos
I never discarded from my social media
profile (the ones I swore were on
“friends only” view); those poems I wrote
in middle school, when I had so many thoughts
that even my home page ran out from
its character limit; that website I built
for my cousin’s sixty dollar an hour
shopping service; that travel blog
from when I went to Italy my senior year;
the first site that would pay me to print
my story, and how the host of the open mike
said before I read: I never knew just how
accomplished she was until I looked up
her name! – and how great and mighty I felt:
that someone had taken the time, and desire,
to search for me, among all those other names.