Hot Mail

She’s got this old spam mail
which she won’t delete
she revisits it repeatedly
opens it up
dissecting the distribution list
just as someone with OCD
might go back and check they locked a door
or switched off an appliance
it’s a wound she can’t leave alone
pick, pick, pick
through the long line of suspect liaisons
gender specific E-mail addresses
broken up in black and white
separated by semi colons
and just the proof she needed
to reinforce her theory
that all was not well
in that cold world of hot mail