A Garbage Bin

Spicy smell metamorphoses in the garbage. The same chunk that stimulates the taste buds induces nausea. This is a bin of dual relief. As the darkness falls on the bare reality, an arm stretches through the hole that nobody tries to caulk. The stray man picks up a gnawed chicken leg bone, a scrape of fried mackerel, some steamed rice mixed with reddish yellow curry... He recycles the junk. Hunger can burn away any disgust. First appeared in The Literary Hatchet