Columbus
This
morning, waking up
is
like a different planet:
I
have to struggle, un-compassed,
to
locate myself.
I
send out a search party
to
find the bathroom,
while
I command unwilling feet
to
navigate me safely through unexplored
islands
of clothes, books, and mismated shoes.
An
alien sun dawns over last night’s remains.
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