we somehow get all our crap into one
normal size can. usually, I need
to literally stomp it down. get in.
stand in the garbage, if bagged up, both feet.
what a great metaphor! get right in there!
so, again, last night. others got most all
of it out - my responsibility
is, still, quality control - buck stops here.
childhood training assists, I guess, on this.
like preparing for communion: inspect.
check the basement and neglected places,
get it all to the curb inside one can.
or, if it won't all fit, decisions make:
what can wait 'til next week, or delegate
to have another send off somewhere else
how much garbage can we now tolerate?
it's cheaper to dispose of by the can
if we needed a larger one we could.
somehow, we're managing, despite the fact
our household's double, triple other's size.
how odd to be proud of a garbage can.
silly, dumb in most respects, really, seems.
owning up to one's garbage: generate
as little possible - then, compress it.
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