Loathing by Joseph Veronneau

I don’t miss you.
The clothes you left behind
were pleasantly given away
to the Salvation Army.
In fact, several people
started littering
through the garbage bag
as soon as I set it to ground.
Your leftover cd cases
have been thrown
or used to replace the cracked
ones that I had.
Your pictures
were gleefully dumped off
in the trash to be collected
by the city as a duty of respect
for a poor fucker
that handled your shit for too long.