A kaleidoscope of plastic, drafted in the
layers of trash. The sights of a landfill,
the smells of hell.
Containers filled with grime, broken recorders
in baby dolls, apple cores, a slew of condoms,
paper products, burnt out computer parts,
bottles that held night life, while diapers full of
tired mother’s yawns; light bulbs that quit working,
family photos that hold too much, dog shit.
The things that matter most are torn,
purged, and poignant with purpose that we’d
rather forget the existence.