To All the Things Lost, And Never Found

Glossier Rose Balm Dotcom,

And the crunchiest fry—you know the kind

 

Consumed by the black hole

The crack between the driver’s seat and

the center console

Never to be fished out,

much less found.

 

My favorite pen refill—

The Zebra Surari ballpoint in 0.5mm

precise but not too thin.

(There’s a distinction.)

 

I have multiples of you, but one has gone missing.

Where? Likely slipped through the crack from an

over-filled drawer

Never to be found.

There are more, but it’s the one that got away that I

can’t stop thinking about.

 

The tiniest faux diamond stud

Down a drain pipe in a restaurant-turned-lounge bathroom because

I needed to swap out my earrings for costume ones

For a performance.

RIP; may you find peace at the bottom of a gutter

(or the ocean floor.)

 

MAC Spice lip liner

More staple than skincare (at the time, it was college)

Weaned off by circumstance, not choice, when it

disappeared from my tote.

 

Shimmied or edged out—from too many books packed into

Too little a tote?

Lost, and never replaced.

(But definitely remembered.)

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xx