flathead screwdriver

i pulled the kitchen drawer out too far. a pile of brass keys fell on the linoleum. they were tangled in dead rubber bands. one was for the apartment on Normandie. where the toilet ran all night. one was for a Ford i left in a lot. the rest just don't matter. heavy pieces of yellow metal. cut for locks that somebody else changed. front doors i wouldn't want to walk through anyway. i kicked the keys under the refrigerator. and opened my beer with a flathead screwdriver.