there were an entire world for
all the little things we lose in life.
A parallel universe,
so to speak.
all the bobby pins, hairbands, lighters, odd socks, lipsticks and biros,
slipping through the looking glass
onto a mountain of rubble
in a distant corner of the Universe.
But look closer and see
all you’ve lost
existing in space and time.
A testament to the consumer age
languishing in the dust.
Think of that next time
you rummage in your sock drawer
desperately looking for the accomplice
you know has disappeared,
or searching through your bag:
you know there’s a hairband in there,
there always is,
or should be.
But you must sweat today,
the hair clinging to the nape of your neck.
life is too short to match socks
to find hairbands
or to finish a lipstick
or a lighter
or a pen.