I Didn't Mean to Scare You

December 12, 2018

A girl crawls out of the dumpster

at the Shell where I am getting

gas early Sunday morning, the heat

already like a blanket. In the bleached

denim light, I gather empty water

bottles and fast food wrappers to toss

while the girl motions to someone

who crawls out of the dumpster which

appears to contain multitudes. I curse

myself for letting the tank get to almost

empty while the numbers rise. My Russian

nesting dolls from the dumpster walk

into an alley, gone from my sight. Did

they find what they were looking for?

Does anyone? All I know is that gas prices

are rising again, making me wonder why

it costs so much to get anywhere at all.


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