the catch all
drawer.
if i ever wanted to do myself
in, all i would have
to do is stick
my arm into the disorganized
cluster of implements.
across the wrist would
go the knife.
the potato peeler.
the cheese grater
and the broken whisk,
one wire out.
it wouldn't be long before
i'd be on the floor,
grasping for the fancy napkins
that i've never
used, too nice to be set out.
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