karma

recycled garbage.
i collected recycled garbage.

someday i'll make a chandelier
with all these bottles
and build walls with
all this cigarette ash.

i'll select songs from the
collection of mixed albums,
choosing an old 60 minutes
to store new
memories into.

i'll press play on the car radio
and we will choose
to not speak
about what happened last night.

i'll choose to throw it out the window
by the time we reach the 405.

i'll write all these words
to tell you about that time
when a photographer came in
and told me the secret to his work.

he said it so casually.

i remembered knowing you would love the story.
i remember being really tired that day.
i remember getting off work
i going to the grocery store
and i remembermaking dinner
in nervous silence.

i remember wanting to tell you
what i learned.
but you there wasnàt enough time -

working full time and everything
just doesn't give us the time to do what we want.

right?




so i'm recycling these songs,
making my past fiction.
and starting off again
without needing
to tell
you
all
about it.