I remember the Garbage

Of everything else this is what stands out

One of the few memories that hasn't faded with time

Is the Garbage

 

I remember the smell

I remember the texture

I remember the immense quantity

Of the Garbage

 

I can taste the sour smell on my tongue

I can feel it's slime on my fingertips

I can feel its immensity on my chest

The Garbage

 

All over the rusted stove top

All over the floors

All over my greasy skin

Is the Garbage

 

Trying to run away

Trying to say No

Trying to go somewhre else

Into the Garbage I go

 

Staring at my reflection in the mirror

Staring at the stained ceiling

Staring into the wastebasket

I find the Garbage

 

I crawl my way over

I swallow the tears that start rolling

I vomit onto the crumpled paper towels

In the Garbage

 

I forget what happened next

I forget if that's your face

I forget where I was

But I remember the Garbage