walnuts.
i go to the kitchen
drawer
and shake it around
searching for what i need,
but it won't budge.
it won't open any further,
or close.
there's a knife or fork,
stuck
in the back,
between the rollers
and the wood.
i yank it
towards me, then back.
it doesn't budge.
i say something in French.
slowly i remove everything
from the drawer
and set things down
beside me
on the floor.
so many knives, spoons,
a cheese grater,
a turkey baster
that i've never used.
cookie cutters in the shape
of snowmen
and stars.
a thermometer to stick into
the breast
of a chicken
or slab of meat.
corks, and bottle openers.
it's an endless array
of kitchen utensils.
skewers and rubber bands,
a garlic press,
a red handle potato peeler.
strangely a shiny Kennedy
half dollar.
finally it's all out
and i stick my hand into
the back
and pull on the drawer.
it's finally free
as i hear the nutcracker
drop to the floor.
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