Monday, February 15, 2016

the wrong place

sometimes the light switches are in the wrong places
the cabinet i open does not reveal what i think
and i reach for a hanger or some other
familiar trigger
and the knob is on the left side
and the zipper fiddles between fingers
that feel for an electric fence
one that might light up when i
least expect it, invisible
the camera flash
of paralysis, the barricade of fight
or flight and the relief
that washes over, when i realize
i am here.