By Tom Odegard
Today, I intended to build a wall, install a door, this poem got in the way. A poem about hallways, passages, lights and switches; a single door serving two separate rooms requiring two latching jambs and one complete set of old hinges. This puzzle resonates with my genetic disposition what pleasure to find myself swinging on a single jamb separating different rooms, different lives and visions. We’re happy as one or other, but best of all prefer siblings, partners, friends, lovers meeting in the small hall when our door is both ways open.
Copyright 2007 Tom Odegard
This poem addresses two large issues in my life: An apartment we own had a single bathroom accessed off a bedroom. To accommodate other tenants, a hall was created in the bedroom and the original door to the bedroom, when half open, closed the bedroom but left access to the bathroom. The door when closed in its original frame gave access to the bathroom from the bedroom. This single door providing multiple entrances/exits is a “nice” parallel to my “Two Spirit” XXY on the 23rd chromosome condition. – Tom Odegard