becky and my trash

i hear the beep
of the trash truck,
so i run out with two soggy
bags
of garbage, chasing it
down the street
in my socks and bvds.
becky, my neighbor,
yells at me to go put
some clothes on.
out of breath, i throw
the bags into the mouth
of the disgusting
fly swarming truck,
then go home
where i see a note on my
door.
she'll write me up,
put me on the community
news letter, report
me.
becky. oh becky.