Black bags triple tied
a mountainside of mistakes
stretch-marked sides
puddles of toxic probity
poked free from last night’s leaks
rot smell lingers for weeks
someone’s cruel idea
of discreet.
Bulging black binders
unread reminders
redacted wise words
nip-and-tucked timelines
neutered historical paradigms
crusty collectors bid on
air-tight candid compartments
of white-out.
Lift the trashcan lid
hid on the underside
armpit odor resin
trash truth–
all the things you couldn’t commit to
digesting daily, a self-portrait,
the hairy fridge goblin
of veracity.
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