The
long-lost remote
to a TV since pawned.
Two envelopes
from Cingular,
ignored and
shoved into the crack.
A bag of
Habanero Doritos
waiting to surface
for another bout
of torture.
Two flip-flops,
un-matching,
un-mourned.
Three lighters
three-quarters full,
and a stick of Mitchum,
capless,
on a cloud
of cat hair and dust.