Hey, have you seen it?
I can’t find it anywhere
I thought I left it with my triumphs
I couldn’t find those either
It might be wedged between my trophies
I hate it when that happens
Or maybe it’s mixed up in my love letters
Or my performance reviews
Or my pay slips
Is it in my CV?
Ah, there it is! How silly of me
It’s nestled in the neat pile of ballpoint pens, with lids, that write smoothly, first time
It’s in the cutlery drawer with a full complement of teaspoons and forks
It’s among the neatly paired socks, fresh from the line, no sock missing its partner
It’s among the dozen, perfectly iced cupcakes that were just the right size for their box
It’s on the dropped toast that landed honey-side up
And all the other impossible ordinary objects
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