My Trashcan

Noiseless

Expressionless

Passionless orgasm

Straining over you

In the darkness of 11:13 PM

 

You’re the only witness

As I dump wasted life

On a Styrofoam lid

And an empty soup can

And a rotting banana peel

 

You open yourself

To whatever I must dispose

As indifferent to this moment

As I am

And you’re closer than the toilet

 

 

 

 

 

 

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