trashy

2 . February . 2008

that mid-winter,
gray day,
the-walls-are-closing-in-on-me
feeling

led to
dragging
a black trash bag
around the apartment this morning
and repeating, semi-audibly,

“i won’t even miss it”
(toss in item #1)
“he won’t even miss it”
(toss in items #2-5)
“we won’t even miss it”
(toss in items #6-7 and breathe a sigh of relief)

whew.

i’m feeling better already,
and i really don’t miss it.

ps – happy birthday, dad & luke 

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