Coordinated
“Your hat's all wrong”, she said,
“On the wrong side of your head”.
“To the mirror”, she commanded.
Discovered I was now left-handed.
I removed the hat with discretion,
Found myself without direction.
Realizing the magnitude of my loss,
I valued the lines I could not cross.
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