Moved the bed a foot today just for the vacuum

Moved the bed a foot today, just for the vacuum.

The old pine dresser shifted too, a groan

of tired wood, and from behind,

a faint rattle.

That USB stick. Gray plastic.

Must be five years now, maybe more.

Lost to the gap, the dust bunnies fat

with time and pet hair.

It sits there, I know it does.

Unreachable. A small, forgotten data grave.

Just another thing I meant to get to,

another quiet accumulation of what remains

beyond my effort.