XenWorks

The thing is, I lose everything. I've     misplaced     all the things I own at least twice. No thing is safe from disappearing, it all slips between the threads rough stitched fabric of my universe. A few weeks ago, a pair of rose colored rabbit-shaped earrings went missing. They must have scampered away from my bedside table as I slept. and yesterday too my class ring, with dragon insignia carved into its metal side, lost so many times I've just stopped looking. It always turns up again  like a hungry cat. Long ago I bid farewell to a book of poetry by Billy Collins, each page dressed in a suit of marginalia