debt ritual: trash

if nostalgia is one way to die

then having things is one way to live forever


if the unabated present is a sun that is bearing down on us

a home is a place where objects collect


if minimalism is beautiful it is

because of the cheekbones of those who can afford to buy things a second time


it is true I have had the same trash can in my kitchen

since 1986


it is true the house fills with wistfulness

it is true that I could buy a new trash can with the money I have


regardless what does a trash can have to do with class

this one is mustard yellow plastic and lidless


like a poet might say the night sky is

like we might say the American summer is


or the market’s growth frankly meteoric

rocketing moon money


or I want there to be less trash

and so I kept it my whole life


filled the house

all that came to me


for free or with money 

from someone or with debt


since that is one way to make money

nostalgic o! yesterday’s money


I’ll pay for tomorrow

and all the things I’ll keep


debt ritual: co-op

walking something you could spend all day doing

me at 23 working my co-op shift in the rain

walking people and their groceries home

then walking the carts back to the store

there is a radius of blocks through which we walk

I live beyond this radius and carry large boxes 

the mile and a half home alone to save

the bus fare I’m not great at this form to

stay in one day the light rain and so quiet

streets collapse the time across decades

the bus passing watching oblique avenues

cut Brooklyn into neighborhoods watch

Buffalo crop up one way another block

to block a mark of my work has been

contingency the lack of an office building

or being free to stay home on weekdays

to work my shifts among the other adults left

at home mothers with money psychologists

working evenings retired transit workers

the strange exhaustion of being at rest

of the neighborhood made quiet by midday

lay over everything like a cold layer of slush

was the brightness of going on unnoticed this way

into adulthood moving freely through these possible streets