In every piece of stinky trash
Discarded histories lie within.
Symbols of triumphs, memories of failures,
Regrets, hopes and things that had-been.
A scribbled note has a story to tell:
This grocery list was essential in preparing a meal
Who was the guest? How was the food?
At the end of the night, how did it feel?
The best journal keepers are those we despise
The pack-rats that save everything and take up our space.
Their lives are knots of stinky memories
And in their rotting mounds of compost, everything has a place.
Memories are garbage.
Memories are precious.
We learn from memories
And memories bury us.