8.

Strange how some things die
How grayish hollow boxes were computers a few years ago
Wire veins spilling twisted out
Bad movies get anticipated & then watched & then forgotten
Songs written and never listened to
Links, links, links, links, clicked once
T-shirts become trash
We think of living things
We think of cats dying
Even as we walk & we leave carcasses trailing after us spilling out of our pockets and stranded on the sidewalk
Empty snail shells
Empty drinking cups
Empty chairs
Stuff that doesn’t really matter that much
I’m philosophizing about junk
But I think about the things we forget sometimes & how there’s more to remember than we usually realize