Hitchcockian

I’m actually tired of being myself…

can I be you for awhile

 

I hide from the mirror and monogrammed lies,

as I run from an image defiled

 

I thought I was safe and had made my escape,

when memory reminded again

 

“You can run, you can hide, your indenture unkeyed

—the chains locked secure in your head”

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

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