Thursday, March 27, 2008

Mystery

Some mornings though I stand on the stoop and wonder what I'm supposed to do next. I have already locked the door behind me. I lock it so that when my girlfriend comes out of the house to drive me to work she will have to first unlock the door. In this way I am sure she will see my keys and bring them to me. The thing is that I take her keys to start the car so that when I hop out at the corner, her still at the wheel, she is left with her own keys. And since I don't know how long it will be until she comes downstairs and dies. I can negotiate all this, but when I'm done I don't know what to do anymore. I see that there is a lot of trash along the curb, and I could unlock the door, go back inside and fetch the broom to sweep up the trash. The broom has been used to this end so often that all of the bristles have broken off; there is just a clump of remains at the bottom of the stick. Also, the gutter is nearly full of garbage, mostly black bags, diapers, chicken boxes, bleach bottles, soda bottles, whiskey bottles, soda cans, large format beer bottles, crab shells, styrofoam plates, large format soda bottles, wet cardboard, some hair. The thinking is that wait what?

2 comments:

Eunuchsblues said...

This is great.

Adam R. said...

Hey, thanks!

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