there were disposable
diapers
there was
a truck that used to come
around
and pick up
the dirty ones,
then return them clean
at the end
of the week.
i remember my mother
setting out
a dozen
or so
on the front porch
in a bag.
fifteen pounds
of diapers.
the man would arrive
in a nice
uniform,
with a name tag.
he'd tip his hat
and move
on to the next house as
we looked
out the window.
promising each other to
kill ourselves
if we ever
had to do that.

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