lawns

December 27th: my dad walks in

I was 18 years old

He said “our trash can’s blown over

The trash is all scattered across other people’s lawns”

So I put on a jacket and I forgot my gloves

We went outside

It was cold as fuck

He gave me a trashcan, pointed across the street

Our trash was everywhere

So we went at it like an Easter egg hunt

Always more to be found

The wind started blowing

Every time I took my hands out of my fucking pockets

Shove ‘m back in again

Bags from Kohl’s and Target

Different colored gift wrap and thousands of receipts

I walked from lawn to lawn

I skipped the ones with fences and I grabbed all I could

I waited on the sidewalk, for my dad I mean

But I couldn’t find him

He was nowhere to be seen