RECYCLING IS EVERY THURSDAY
if you drink
about it,
the bottles will add
up
worse than weeks.
translucent,
and obvious,
they will collect
a residue,
thicker than fog,
and god only knows,
it's then, maybe,
that you might understand
the word
recycling.
your bedroom,
and your living room
floor, are just landmines
birthed
from empties.
and it's kinda funny,
when it's easy to tiptoe
around each and every bottle,
like you're prepared for maps.
but it's even worse
when you can remember every single
chug,
that cleared
that certain bottle,
almost as if
you believe in trash.
because something went horribly wrong a long time ago. that's why.
