The life I live is inorganic

I throw my pop cans

in the trash,

along with those crumpled up letters and notes.

I don’t carpool with my coworker down the block,

though I should.

The food I buy isn’t from Whole Foods

nor have I stepped in a farmer’s market

but from Publix or Kroger.

It’s never “chemical free” but

“chemical less”

and those stickers on the fruit?

They always end up on the sidewalk

waiting for someone for someone to step on them.

And sometimes without thinking

I leave the bathroom light on,

even when I took a shower long ago.

A shower, I might add, that lasted

much too long.

And it’s not out of spite that I do it,

I like the Earth.

Sometimes I just forget.

Not surprising.

But when I’m in my car and that hybrid goes by,

it’s just like a big ol’ “Fuck you.”

Then I watch it speed through a yellow light

even though it was already red,

and as I slow to a stop, I’m like

“Yeah, fuck me.”