Poem of the Day: Closed Door

[highlyeccentric]

Closed Door

LET ME IN LET ME IN LET ME IN
LET ME IN LET ME IN LET ME IN
LET ME IN LET ME IN LET ME IN
LET ME IN LET ME IN LET ME IN
LET ME IN LET ME I-
Oh, uh, hello
I did not expect an answer
I did not expect an entrance
I did not expect this room to be so unbelievably dull
So, uh, goodbye

From "I could pee on this, and other poems by cats", by Francesco Marciuliano

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My lovely colleague H, preparing a class for the first-y intro course, showed me this poem without its title or attribution (she had several, and an exercise on what is "literature". What did I think it was about? Is it literature.

Me: "Commentary upon entering the academy as a marginalised person?"

Which is not actually how I feel, but I could definitely picture SOMEONE feeling so.