“Identity Theft” by Tina Culp Barton

my soul has been hacked
by a man who has the skill
to decipher the secret password to my heart
carefully manipulating
all my data
revealing all my favorite places,
sites of my attentive desire.
discovering my pin numbers
the codes that open my passion,
he’s granted eternal withdrawal.
demolishing my security center
breaking through the firewalls,
he accesses the credit card numbers
with which i charge my life.

perhaps i should invest
in anti-hacking software
a sort of love insurance
insurance that will replace
my heart upon theft
just in case my heart is stolen.
or maybe
i'll just take my chances...