I love to get rid of things
when something ends.
the clean slate.
the empty closet.
the tossed boxes and bags
of sentimental
junk.
I like to burn the past
that wasn't true.
barbeque the pictures
out back.
crush, delete, abolish.
I have no grief over things.
over cards and letters.
watches, rings.
gifts that once had
a semblance of meaning.
I get a happy feeling
seeing the trash truck
take away the pile I
put on the curb.
I rejoice and laugh at
what's gone, what's left.
it's truly the theater
of the absurd.
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