Drawer of Possibilities
In the drawer of possibilities
you find stasis, the lure of the unknown.
To what should this hinged orb
be subservient? Or that wrinkled blade?
An egg, the bald potato. The sacrificial
carrot? To everything its purpose.
Like that light in the crook of the
altered frame, attracting the winged
beings. You, of course, serve nothing.
“Drawer of Possibilities” first appeared in The New Reader in March 2018.
O at the Edges 
I love this title and its meaning
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We all possess these drawers in one way or another. 🙂
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We do
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My orb in the drawer would not be a pretty sight, no need for instruments, plenty of landing area for the winged beings…..
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The winged ones always find landing places!
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🤗🤗 Yep !!
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I laughed when I read the title and paired it with the photo. I guess I don’t belong in the drawer, then…am wondering just what it is that I could possibly serve. Perhaps my ego?
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Oh, I think you’re a prime candidate for the drawer!
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