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UNSUSTAINABLE
ОглавлениеWhen you broke my recycle bin, I
started calling you Fresh Kills.
I want to keep you in my plastic
Happy Meal heart, but what snaps open
stays on Earth forever, my center floating
down a canal until it’s swallowed by a seal.
Who cares our plastic drifts as a tagalong
to the sunset, an autobiography of artificial,
a dead whale washed up in the Philippines,
eighty-eight pounds of plastic in its gut?
Damn the turtles! Customers at McDonald’s
want their straws! And we could be practical
lovers if we remembered to bring
our reusable totes into the store—you said
the cashier gave me the stink eye for forgetting,
but I was lost in my own head thinking
about my grandmother in hospice, leaving
the store with a casket of even more plastic bags.
It hurts to say my convenience is more important
than the sea. I write a postcard to Earth
—I love you, but watch me navigate your landfills
in stilettos, let me kill your buzz. And you know
I’m talking about the bees now. My hands in the dirt—
if you want to gather honey, don’t kick over every hive.