The Overflow

Needed a battery, just one.

A simple task, or so I thought.

Then the drawer gave way.

A landslide of forgotten things:

knots of charging cords,

rubber bands turned brittle ghosts,

a fistful of foreign coins,

pen caps and blister packs,

a single, tarnished cufflink.

Every item a tiny anchor

holding down the ship of my attention.

How did it all accumulate?

This clutter, this resistance

to letting go.

I just wanted the battery.