i met the net guy
he was normal
he wanted me to visit
(he told me where to come)
i drove down his street
he wasn't home
which is how my first words to him became i-was-just-leaving-a-note
instead of the grand entrance i may have planned. was i able to.
and why his first words to me were
oh. my. god.
not the stuff of murder mysteries, really
just ordinary
his living room a familiar set from a film watched on-and-off for ages
and the net guy
exactly who he said he was