garbage days are Monday and Thursday.
recycles are only on Thursday.
today is dumb; I laugh out loud.
only in textmessages.

with a deep sense of memoir,
I throw out some things
I thought I would keep forever,
but I move too much to keep sentimental shit.

of course, I donate books,
and give clothes to the local shelter,
but a couple things deserve the trash,
as symbolism for moving on. 

shredded wallet postcards,
gifts ungiven, proprietary suggestions,
two-dollar bills, old art, etc,
because it doesn't matter anymore. 

I give the garbage man a bottled water,
and help him dispose of parts
of my life that I will forget about in an hour,
and remember in a year.