Home Workbench

This home workbench
not in a cellar or garage
not sawdust-scented
or filled with mysterious metal tools
No fuse box in the spider-dark corner
No jars of nails and bolts
screws and nuts and washers
Never suited for those jobs,
this whole workshop is tiny,
especially when folded. It is
spider-free and portable
A silver foil cover embossed with patterned
leaves, held together by a brown elastic
to keep the scribbled words from falling

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