Recycle

There is a rotting apple underneath my driver’s seat
It is soft and molted and wet

I reach for the wrapping paper left inside a Hello Kitty gift bag
From my father’s Christmas gift

It is February
I can’t force myself to throw it away
As just touching the paper makes me ill

But this is as good as a use gets
So I scoop the melted fruit
underneath the ugly green and brown sparkly paper
And bring it to the trash

 

It does not make me feel any better.