nobody knows

at a red light a plastic bag gets
caught on your
heel
an extra accessory
some man, a blue sweatsuit and
powdered doughnut face
asks, "hey, hey
am i good looking enough
to be with you?"

but you keep walking, dragging
the plastic bag
and worrying
about how your hair smells and if
you'll be late
to work

The bag wondering
if it will go home
again, and never
the answer
" it's stuck."
she said, reached down and scraped it
off
and again
wet
it touched me
my hands, sopping liquor, dirt -

too grimy to talk about, but
we do
we can't help it, that feeling of fingernails filled
with earth
and girls cant keep secrets, don't you know
its just darkness
and doorknobs and
"is this his room?"
between bathrobes and bad
religion

collaboration
gt & wb