Story Line- A Girl, Her Van, The Dumpster, Riddled With Emotion
Every time I haul a bag of garbage to the trash bin the guilt is bigger than me. Picking my body up, dropping it over with the thump of the glass bottles weighing it down. Flinging a life into the abyss of endless waste, once
priceless- maybe, just maybe as these thoughts are rolling in the smelly matter, a better sense of 'waste not, want not' would cling; follow me around, reminding me each time I buy something, to be more mindful of what and where it will end up.
Scene- Van parked next to a snowy dumpster
Actor- Southern Girl in cold north east
Things sit on the floor were useful, once-
Now they symbolize childlike pranks,
embarrassment, brief moments of fun
when simple "No Thank You" would suffice.
Act I:
Mindless exchange of words, frozen acceptance
eye contact commitment, street peddler corners
Guilt laced afterthoughts- blindness, blank
face refusal, keep walking attitudes
unneeded items pile up, hoarders convention,
storage fees lost, all for free entertainment.
Act II:
Crap lay in state, taking its chance with spilled
liquids, stale french fry grease marks
imprinted sneaker soles, dirty snow
stains on an already cold van floor
Act III:
Today's trash bin company, city dump
workers treasures- meaningless
gifts from strangers, and a repeat performance.
