The
wine glass shatters,
its
pedestal an egregious tooth
beneath
the cabinet.
Like
a wide smile, I sweep—
a
glittering arc.
Shoo—
shoo.
Two
cats already
on
the sill.
One
day, I’ll wear slippers,
watch
where I place things,
look
both ways
before
crossing
the
streets of Indecision and Dare.
I
stand on imprudent feet—
In
cracks, in carpet, glass shards amplify
a
thousand mistakes.
Each step—
a decision.
