Trash Day
My heart was once a pile of expired leftovers.
An overflowing trash can that stands in front of a suburban home
With flies of the young and old surviving off of the putrid remains.
And she was the dump truck that came to empty the can clean.
-The next week I slept in on trash day,
And now I am right back where I started.
-Bryce Stoskopf
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