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 ****
The things that matter most are torn,
purged, and poignant with purpose that we’d
rather forget the existence.