my junk drawer
huggermugger jinglejangle
of mishmashed stuff
land in the junk drawer
amid pencils and sandpaper rough
I sorted it a month ago
down to sixteen mere things
now there is pink playdough
blue ribbons and six gemstone rings
cleaning it is fruitless
a wasted effort to me
I refuse to take total blame
and watch a bit more TV
Gnomes toss stuff in there
in the middle of the night
other times I put things in
to get them out of sight.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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