02.05.08
Ode to a Trash Bin
Forbearing spouse of a humdrum marriage,
in your dark corner you wait – as you have,
as you shall, to the last syllable of my life.
Keeper of secrets,
you know my deepest thoughts,
my basest and my best.
Recipient of my constant garbage,
how much does it ache
when I throw love letters at you,
but not for you?
You gobble my scribbles,
my consonants and vowels
no matter how caustic,
sweet, sour, or unripe.
When I notice you’re full,
I force you to vomit –
and without a sound,
otherwise I would defrock you to the same value as the scraps you digest.
Silent, waiting in the dark,
you teach me patience.
You understand your place in this harsh world… and your drudgery is not in vain,
for cruel as I am to you,
I appreciate the fact that you exist.
Take this.
Consume it.
This time, it is for you… at last.
