everyone is confused
as to when to put the trash out.
some
have set
their bags out early,
on the curb. god help them.
they will be slapped hard with a
reprimand.
the threat of fines.
is it Monday, or Friday,
because
of the holiday.
didn't you read the note that fell
through the slot.
I see the neighbor going
through
my bag, double wrapped,
because that's how I roll,
looking for clues
as to who
put those turkey bones out
overnight.
she finds an envelope and looks
over to my house.
I duck under the window,
and crawl to my room.
there will be hell to pay.
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