the tool

I’ve invented a tool.

this tool adroitly fashioned from a common paperclip

is used to more easily extract USB flash devices

from the narrow port of my aging, often ailing MacBook.

now I can’t find it and it’s driving me crazy.

an invention such as this with one primary function

would not intentionally be placed very far from home. my pockets

are empty. closet hangings seem remote as to possibilities.

why would the car’s glove compartment have it, or

the drawer where the AAA batteries wait like the souls of purgatory?

this was the perfect tool, a tool with the singular purpose of its mother,

the wheel, or the confessional to a venial sinner’s propositions.

time, that most restless of creatures is not on my side, so it’s determined

that I build another tool, same as the one lost, without embellishments.

now is the time to head out to the workshop to crank-up

the heavy machinery and begin my labors to fashion a tool

made in the image of its itself.