i am out of clementines
of cherries, plums, too.

i’ve killed the peaches
to brown in a matter 

of days. the likes of lettuce
are green in deceit, wilting  

in prayer. i empty the drawer
toss 24.57 cents worth of decay.

there is a compost class
i sign up for, feel good

then never go. waste is easy
a universe of trash impossible

i’m part of its orbit. i’m a good
girl. i water my orchids, potted

pothos, the obligatory snake
plant. i drive a subaru, earth

green to remind you i’m probably
liberal. don’t all liberals take

the garbage out? after the toss
there is still an apple, grocery

waxed, perfect. i slice and smile
how good it is to eat from this earth.