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THURSDAYS ARE FOR TRASH

Jamie Gallegos

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thursdays are for trash

collection—a miracle how it comes

a surprise that it came

grass in the yard, i want to watch

but it grows as quick

as the hair

you wait to cut

 

sunbathe at night

with dollar bill sunglasses

pull a comb through my mind

As what i believe

is tangled with what i know

those twenty-five knots of cannon

 

fridays i get ready for hella long

ex cathedra skin taute, i draw the lines straight

but, “straight compared to what?”

 

invert all noses, erase all waists

but stretch the minutes

so they fill in the blanks

 

in the H - E - B, trade in green

for the right shade of red

called "you're worth it"

hilariously, we think with the anticipated impact

of the ones who might (click) love you

 

I push shopping carts

In steamy parking

lots, a hundred million trips

how many freckles on my arms

and fresh cartons of milk

do i spend

waiting for myself to arrive?