2017

If you revisit the archives,
you will notice one year missing.
We repressed the memories
so effectively that the entire
year actually never happened
(only the 3rd time in history
that’s happened; apologies,
the data on the other 2 is classified).
When we try to access the files
now, the drive hiccups, we hear
a blurp of a voice, and it skips
to the following year like one
would skip a song when the playlist
is on shuffle — not THAT song —
only instead of not now, it’s not ever.

When I say we, of course,
I am speaking in the curatorial
plural; I am too modest to claim
to have done all that repressing
solely by myself albeit it is true.