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.