"Somewhere, deep down, they're a junk drawer."
-- Hank Green
minor skills,
stashed in the clutter
like matchbooks
(why do I still have matchbooks)
take on the
vague odor
of disuse
as they mingle
with paper, slowly breaking down,
and oil (I wonder what this small
bag of parts belongs to),
not quite abandoned,
waiting
for that moment
you need
a match.
