The doorless door was painted on
a vacant building’s wall.
It stood cartoonish and shabby,
crooked, and far too small.

I peered around the vacant room
behind that concrete wall:
nothing but dusty detritus —
of broken bottle brawls.

Later that night, after I’d binged,
I came back past that way.
The door was now thrown wide open.
And what was on display?

Into those higher dimensions,
I had a fateful view.
There was cage after cage of me
in an odd human zoo.