Eady’s “My Heart”: Susan Smith has invented me because
Nobody else in town will do what
She needs me to do.
I mean: Jump in an idling car
And drive off with two sad and
Frightened kids in the back.
Like a bad lover, she has given me a poisoned heart.
It pounds both our ribs, black, angry, nothing but business.
Since her fear is my blood
And her need part mythical,
Everything she says about me is true.
Online, we are all ghostwriters and spirit photographers. In that haunted place that is the Web, filled with dead ends, links “not found,” and what a friend fruitfully called “digital litter,” hoaxes are both overexposed and underexplored.
Truth is stranger than fiction! Sometimes, people lie …