You, like silk cloth draped over life.
A perfect match for any occasion.
Me—an uncomfortable fit.
My pockets emptied.
All I am
are spare buttons
and loose change.

That drawer in the kitchen—
Where a tangle
of odds and sods.
A mismatched mixture
of nothings
with no connection,
exists.

But, should you stumble across me
on the off chance
that you might need me
in that moment—

Don’t hesitate.
Don’t think.

Slip on your reading spectacles.
Train your brightest lamp.

Try to find
where one part starts
and the part ends.