Brother's Keeper

The garbage can stank

like meat juice on styrofoam

so I took it for a walk

to the dumpster behind my building.

After chucking the trash

I swung by my truck 

in the adjacent parking lot.

Half in the bag

I asked the guy

who's living in his car

if he's living in his car.

"Nah, man."

"Need anything?"

"Nah, man. 

I appreciate you."

I finished my smoke

and walked upstairs

to my lonesome luxuries.

We'd both reached a point

where it didn't make sense

to hide it.