I am disoriented,
waking up on the literal wrong side
spending half my life in a city
I am in transition to.
Stocking two shelves
Between two stools
Two of everything,
Which has been a theme in my life,
owning spares, looking for certain promises,
a better city, but winding up trying to decide
which place gets the best of me,
which one gets the back numbers,
the ragged couch.