there is a can

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can on my desk—
it's empty, I think,
and makes a cute warble
when I flick it's side
and watch it tumble around
closing in on its spiral
to a standstill, and it constantly
happens—accidentally—because
I haven't thrown it out yet
even if I curse at it bumping
into my hand,
acting dumb
as if I didn't put it (the empty can) there
(on my desk)

author's note

this is a piece about a can. nothing else. i wish there was actually a throughline of the piece but i think i was just grieving in a very weird way and have a bad habit of being the last person to remove myself from a situation if i even have a little hope for it. i left this one dr pepper can on my desk for a few weeks after a hookup and it really was annoying me and yet i just didn't move it for absolutely zero reason, and i think it really encapsulates a lot of my life right now where i keep bumping into specters and ghosts accidentally. i wish i could clean up everything, but i put the can there.