garbage

The basket tinkles, jingles, squishes full of, charmingly shreds Memos, mission statements, mid-life crises Calendars, calipers, Christmas portraits, Post-its, pencils, performance reviews Rave reviews of restaurants, resumes, rolodexes (still?) Staples, stationary, stock-sharing options Overtime, overtime, overtime (fuck!) Flexing folders, full files, faded memories My id (accidentally), my paystub and my life. But My interests, my politics, my ideas, My conscience, my clothes, My objections And my time Clang, ring, rock back and forth Into the bucket. Everything I throw in the garbage is too loud and people are starting to guess about me. I will have to be more careful About what I throw away and more quiet.