On closing the kitchen junk drawer
I said, "I wish I were an expert
in industrial-strength organization."
She said, "Even in death accomodations
will be made for everybody."
I turned and asked, "Where does your
desire come from; to be a part of your
own creation story?"
Smiling, she said, "Probably when
I last added an orphaned black button
to the drawer you were just mulling
through."
I replied, feigning hurt, "So you admit
that eating the last warm pretzel gave
you sweet, strange delusions?"
She said, "The power of illusion calls
one to make premature judgements
about something one knows nothing,
absolutely nothing about."
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