Long Way Down — The Middle Drawer Called to me

THE MIDDLE DRAWER CALLED TO ME,

its awkward off-centeredness

a sign that what was in it could

and should be used to set things straight.

I yanked and pulled and

snatched and tugged at

the drawer until it opened just more than an inch.

Just wide enough for my

fifteen-year-old fingers to slither in and touch

cold steel.