When you wrote
that this was my final notice
I was giddy with relief.

At last you would be done
with your asinine memos
to my account
claiming to offer me a service
that I requested, but
come on, really?

Soon
I would be done with you
and I’d never have to read
your stupid name again.

Alas,
it was not to be.
The final notice
might have have only been
the last of the day
– and even of that,
I am unsure.
To this day,
I am haunted by you still.

I could just unsubscribe
I suppose
but then what would greet me
when I open my mail?