she is plastic


she was tangled

among branches

and intertwined

and punctured


she was weak

and flimsy

blowing along the gutter

trapped under a tire


stored within herself

under kitchen cabinets

holding the waste

of man's best friend


I see her dotting

the tree-sea if Sixth Street

the hill: littered with logos

from supermarkets 

and dollarstores


she is thrown from car windows

when no longer needed

she wants to be abolished


with cottons 

and linens:

sturdy and reusable

they are her idols


she understands her destruction

to Mother Earth

and she is conscious 

of her plastic bag body

and red-ink labels



she wants to be replaced

not reproducted


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