Robertson, #2.

There is a screw in my cutlery drawer. It is a wood screw, a Robertson.
I saw it when I was looking for scissors to open some brown sugar.
I wondered how it got in there and then I remembered how careless I was.
Always mixing things up and placing them poorly.

There is a screw in my cutlery drawer and I can't recall as to how it might have gotten in there.

It's like you. In my little heart. Out of place but there for certain.

I left the Robertson there and thought about it for days.
It's still there.

It's like you.