into an
empty peanut jar.
the two pound size.
i pick out the nails
and screws,
the lint, the little
pieces of paper,
the strands of string,
and receipts, shreds
of coupons that i'll
never use.
a paper clip, a twist or
two. a rubber band.
crumbs from a cookie
i had for lunch.
an old stained
love note from you.
i realize that
my pockets are a perpetual
waste basket.
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