I Caught Him Facing Up A Tin Of Pears

I caught him facing up a tin of pears,
trying to make the shelves just right.
He is going to write to YouTube.

I can see by sitting next to him
that he wants to be talked to
on the road he walks on.

His job is written on his back,
his surname sewn in silver
on each shoulder, but his boots
are leaden and black as a wake.

I can see by sitting next to him
that he wants his hand to reach
around the internet and wants
them to stop posting responses.

When he goes to the supermarket
I still know: on the top of his white shirt
I can see where he has detached his number.

I caught him facing up a tin of pears today,
I’ve been meaning to talk to you, he said
I want to communicate on mass.

He has never blogged before.
You only need email me, I say
everything will be fine and yes
we can add links.