Emptying the Trash

A cup thrown onto what would be a trash can, the can now consumed by its contents. The cup, half-heartedly piled on top, spilling over the side and dripping onto the ground. Dripping, and dripping. It’ll go unnoticed as people walk by it but for a moment I get lost in it.

There’s some metaphor in here to compare myself to the cup, spilling what’s inside of me and exposing myself to an unwanted or unwelcoming audience.

Maybe the cup is just a part of me, the can being the extent of my capacity to hold onto things.

Garbage pickup every Tuesday and Friday

The attendant came to empty the can.

I should get up. This seat has no back - huge pet peeve of mine. Who doesn’t like back support? Shoes are sandy, I’ll forget to shake them out later.