Let me in. Let me in, I say.
You’ve locked me out again.
It’s getting rather late for these sorts of hi-jinx.
Maybe it’s a mistake. I forgive you.
Maybe you hadn’t even noticed I was gone.
But please, just let me in —
You’re my own body, for god’s sake —
So I can get some sleep.
John Malone is a South Australian writer of flash fiction, short stories and poetry. He delights in Literature wherever it is found.