to let go of things.
i realize this
as i open
the ice box
and see
a multitude
of mysteriously wrapped
hunks of
what looks like
ice covered meat,
undated,
fish.
some god forsaken
broccoli
casserole
left there by a disgruntled
vegan.
anorexic wife.
my therapist tells me
i need to let go
of things,
so i pull the trash can
closer,
and start there.
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