"I unconsciously put on my left hand
The glove that belonged on my right."
-A.A. Akhmatova
Sure enough, - my hot tea cooled,
Captain Crunch was all mush
and, walking out, my hand pulled
on the door that read “PUSH.”
I got off on the wrong foot,
I woke up on the wrong side,
and I pulled up my right boot
on the foot that was not right.
I took a right on the left turn
and I strayed in the cul-de-sac.
One would think that I would learn
to retrace all my steps back,
but my life is a tangled mess,
and each step is one more knot.
I’ll be waiting for you, I guess.
Soon, you’ll come for me. Or not.