Fog Upstairs - edit

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Fog Upstairs


Like a baby I do not
know if I’m right- or left-handed
some mornings,
which way the handle
on my coffee cup should point.

As for day-of-the-week
I know for sure of seven
and their names but which
I’ve just awakened to
can be out of reach.

At least my name
requires no written evidence–
not yet, but someday
I’ll wake up without it
and need christening.

original version;

Like a baby I do not
know if I’m right- or left-handed
some mornings,
which way the handle
on my coffee cup should point.

As for day-of-the-week
I know for sure of seven
and their names but which
the Sun has just rung up
can be out of reach.

At least my name
requires no written evidence–
not yet, but someday
I shall wake up infant-blank
requiring christening.