In the Face of Bad News

They told her
and suddenly she knew
what it was like to get out of the elevator
on the wrong floor.

The doors
were different, the numbers
upside down or maybe her vision
was skewed.

She only knew
breathing was a chore.
Before, when she stood
at the alter of the unknowing

it was easier
but one can’t unring a phone.
A distant voice spoke in a language

There was no eye
to the storm, only feet with shoes that don’t fit
on a road that wore blisters
and sharp pointed stones.

After that
she searched for a map
for where she was going or where
she had been.

She told me
that direction
is the first thing you lose
in the face of bad news.

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