my roommate and i yelled at a man exiting the police station -still drunk
as he tore up his sentence and ticket
its plastic shell and whitest white paper stained the grass and concrete
we told him to pick up his trash
it was early in the morning

why even bother


i sometimes when in need of good luck
//// good karma
will pick up any plasticky trash on whatever route i am taking
this makes me feel good
once i start thinking about it i can’t stop doing it
guilt compelling me to accumulate more guilt

what am i even accomplishing by taking the product one step closer to the landfill
or by placing it in a recycling bin
only to be recycled once thrown out twice

should i start fires in garbage bins
should i throw it in the ocean
should i become an artist who sells garbage for money
should i make it into clothes
should i add my garbage to the streets instead of the bin

should i invest into the landfills
into their mining
whose future
is this mine ?

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