Memory Hacked

When you’re inside,

  you can always get out

 

But stuck outside,

  you must plead and then shout

 

“please let me

  please let me

  please let me in”

 

This darkness unending,

  my veneer wearing thin

 

“please let me

  please let me

  please let me back”

 

My key has been stolen

  —my memory hacked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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