I am a god,
of drawers left open.
It is easy to catch me in the act
of searching —
Don’t sit there.
You might knock over the pile pf
confidence I took all day to stack.
I promise to tidy up before company arrives,
wouldn’t want my socks and daydreams all over the carpet.
Sure, I know where most things are but
give me enough time and I can lose anything.
I have enough practice
at sliding things under the bed when no one is watching.
And I know
you are always in the last place I look.
*This is from Sarah Kay’s book, “No Matter the Wreckage.”