digging through the trash

i can't find

the receipt, so i begin the slow

process

of digging through

the trash

bag

secured in the can.

oh my,

i eat a lot of food,

cobs of corn

bitten bare,

empty pickle jars,

lettuce

and tea bags, coffee

grounds,

eggshells,

an endless assortment

of Splenda

packages

now opened.

junk mail and old magazines.

steak and chicken

bones,

half empty boxes

of chow mein noodles,

and finally, there it is,

the receipt to Macy's

for the shirt i'll never wear.