Three half empty bottles of hand soap.
I laughed in recognition of my love, the one
who saves bags and boxes of rags to clean his bike,
enough to carelessly throw away when they are dirty
but they pile up in the yard
"they may be useful one day"
I collected seven "technically empty" tubes
of sunscreen, emptying the last few drops into
a glass jar - we are conservateurs, after all.
I'm not sure how many bike pumps wander
at night throughout the house, or dog bowls,
there are so many shirts that don't fit,
and never will.
He is a salve to the American buy-it/throw-it culture
but I wish he would empty one before opening
another.
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