I’ve wondered how you felt
walking out

when class is over and you’re being escorted
through the metal detector to
the plastic tray for your personals
back outside
leaving us behind another week
in here

with car keys in your pocket
yellowed ticket stubs
and gum to chew

have you lain in bed next to your lover
and imagined yourself as one of us
imagining ourselves lying
in bed with your lover?

have you wondered at the pinch
of handcuffs?
or have you known that pleasure?

is it why
you come back?