I pulled the plastic bin from out the dark

I pulled the plastic bin from out the dark,

looking for a place to make a mark.

The corduroy was heavy, stiff, and brown,

a relic of the boy I took to town.

I tried to shove my shoulder through the sleeve,

a lie I really wanted to believe.

The thread gave way, a tiny, sudden snap,

falling like a secret in my lap.

A copper button hit the floor and spun,

hiding where the dust had already won.

Under the radiator, out of sight,

leaving me alone in the middle of the night.