It looked inviting
that blue promise
so I stepped through
but the door unframed
my thought, unhinged
my indoor-outdoor flow.
Now all’s astray, I don’t
know why I came or where
to go. I am misplaced,
a left-hand mitten dropped
on concrete, getting
wet, that splits the sense
of keeping warm right
down the middle. I’m
hot and cold, I’m black
and blue, my fine boot on
the other foot but on this one
somebody else’s shoe.24