disposable confidence

i stuffed myself into one of those large
black plastic garbage bags
(you know, the one for yard work),
and threw myself into the trash can
ready to be disposed of by the extremities
of an oversized mechanical machine.

someone must’ve noticed and alerted
the driver;
he tossed me from the garbage can.

i inquired as to why he wouldn’t do his
job and throw out the trash,
but he had already moved on to the next house.

still determined, i stuffed myself inside
a large cardboard box
(you know, the one for moving)
and threw myself into the recycling bin
ready to be reborn through the power
of great futuristic mechanical prowess.

again, someone alerted the driver
(i think my neighbor is out to get me)
and she tossed me from the box,
and with a not so subtle quip,
said: “these are supposed to be folded, dumbass.”

I had no retort.

well, i guess it’s off to the sewer drain
where i’m more than confident that
the piss and shit and rats will fully
embrace my hospitable presence.

turns out, even the rats rejected
this recycled piece of garbage.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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