You will wait
for Monday night
to haul me off
to the curb.
I am disposable, after all.
Not a synthetic, plastic Love
that can later be recycled
into something new
& far too
Hazardous a thing
to compost.
Just imagine what might
Happen
when I started to break down,
or even worse...
What I might, grow into again.
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