Poem: Open Letter to Last Night’s Passerby

Open Letter to Last Night’s Passersby

I wanted to thank you,
personally, for the shitty
diaper you left by the side
of the road last night. It landed
right beside your container
of all-natural juice, made with
five and three-quarters apples,
three bananas, and twenty-seven
blueberries. It was organic,
though I don’t know
its container’s half-life
when it lands on the concrete
and asphalt of a city street.
We could probably figure it out,
and just how long it would take
for someone to educate your
ignorant self on what to do
with trash when you decide
to clean out your car as you
are driving it down this street.
I’m guessing it’s about the same
amount of time it would take me
to convince you that the cigarettes
you smoke, and whose butts I am now
picking up, are not good for your health.

Mary Sexson