In that kitchen drawer

under the open cabinet

I can find

institutionalized glue

sticking (forever) to

an eyeglass repair kit

containing screws

manufactured for

the model we never purchased.

The twine has grown

so much

since I last visited;

I almost called it string.

Damn the paperclips.

Damn the paperclips?

Pens piled bats

waiting for a good pitch

as if this were their last


Paper wrapped in scribble-

captured phone numbers,

neighbor's lawn-mower key,

forgot why I came

calling but I can't go back,

like the drawer

and its clutter revolution.

Jim McNamee