Cleaning Out
And in the kitchen your whatnot drawer, graveyard for clever contraptions that never changed your life quite the way you’d hoped—the potato crinkle-cutter, the suction-cupped knife-sharpener that wouldn’t stick and didn’t sharpen, hard-boiled egg slicer, unused reusable metal skewers, corn holders mimicking shrunken-down ears, a retired oven thermometer too glazed over to read, the grapefruit knife, the pickle fork, and always this love of the gewgaw gadget, the whizbang invention, the showbiz sales spiel, why, anything was possible, you wanted to believe, anything but this final emptying out.
