Wearing It

Something Already Taken As Me—and Not Right—Before Words

It’s morning. Eyes open.

Already
something is in place.

Not thought.
Or said.

More like this:
a pair of glasses
not felt as worn.

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A quick inventory.
Across the room,
up, down, over.

Bedroom.
Light from behind curtains.
Walls, ceiling, closet door.

Nothing is absent.

But something is there—
a not this.

The same, ordinary me.

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Body moves.
Up. Out.

Feet take up the searching now.

For what is not clear.

Only:
not here
not this.

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It’s immediate.
Hard to see arrive.

More like waking into it
than watching it form.

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But
not every morning.

Some mornings are
nothing like this.

No scanning.
No ache in the chest.
No sense of ordinary, wrong.

Nothing absent then either.

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So what is this
taken as me,
true,
already known
as not right
before anything was ever said?

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