Since putting up the fence it’s simply inconvenient to gather trash in the alley.
This trip I put in my trash bag
an empty pack of newports,
a high top sneaker with $100 bills painted on,
a beer bottle,
and a discarded ultrasound printout.
There is sadness in this trash, brokenness.
Later that afternoon, I learned someone bought up the house on the alley and evicted everybody
Guess we fixed that problem.
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