When searching my handbag
To find something small I had slipped in
Opening zips and poppers,
Probing in small concealed slots.
Groping to the bottom,
Trying to prevent things from tumbling out.
I fumbled and fumed,
At my public display
Of disorganization.
While trying to be so cool.
A moment of clarity,
As my brain slid into gear.
I’d left it on the bedside table,
It certainly was not HERE!
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