running for the trash truck

at six in

the morning,

i hear the reverse

bell

of the trash truck outside,

so i quickly

grab the bag

in the kitchen,

still in my underwear,

and run

towards the dark mouth

of the monstrous

green truck,

yelling wait,

stop,

stop.

i can't live another day

with the smell

of shrimp

shells and calamari

in my house.