dumpster girl

carry you gently into the dumpster, fill it with pages of knick-knacks and mustard and band aids, to shatter among shining glazed bumper car, twisting my ankles out, pain, the pain, the pain, the bruises on your knees, purple, purple, purple, and green. you delicate thing, thank the, thank the, thank the bruises on your knees, small and small and, and unseen, you delicate thing