correspondence

The best trash,
from us

in my gray green neighborhood

greasy creatures daze themselves
against our feet

I suspect that I
misunderstand its reality

i will represent my foolishness to you materially, you know, by sending you trash.
Via the United States Postal Service.

I've already filled my coat, my purse, my shoes, and my pockets with debris.

My monstrous trundling
makes me new.
unrecognizable.
and then who am I to my environment again