On Wednesdays,
I take my trash down to the curb.
There's a blue bin for recyclables,
a black bin for regular trash
and a brown bin for yard waste.
You can tell a lot about a man
from the contents of his trash.
Our neighbor is obsessed with Covid
and now buys most of her things
on Amazon. Her son got sick a year ago,
was in intensive care for three weeks
and then died. Her blue bin is filled
with broken down boxes every week.
Her husband stays inside and has started
drinking again. There are three or four
empty wine or bourbon bottles
in their blue bin every week.
A divorcee a few houses down
worries about getting old. Her black bin
holds the week's trash from products
promising to make her gray hair brown again
and remove the wrinkles from her face.
She's put on weight since her husband left her
for a younger woman five years ago.
There are often three or four
empty pizza boxes in her black bin.
You can tell a lot about a woman
from the contents of her trash.
Another neighbor has three birch trees
next to his driveway. His yard waste bin
is filled with grass the yard boy cut
and birch tree branches that once encroached
upon his driveway. His shiny Mercedes
can now get in and out again without a scratch.
His regular trash bin has empty pill bottles
used to keep his blood pressure down. He bought
the Mercedes and keeps his yard carefully
manicured to keep up with his neighbors.
A house up the road has two recyclable bins
that are always full. The house's black bin
never has much trash at all. The owner works
for a company that reduces greenhouse gases
and makes our water cleaner. The owner
attends political events most nights
focusing on climate change.
You can tell a lot about people
from the trash they don't have.
A neighbor on the next street over
is an accountant. His blue bin is filled
with shredded paper: tax schedules,
financial statements and old tax returns.
By the time April 15 comes around,
he has three blue bins that are overflowing.
Another one of my neighbors
doesn't play by the rules.
He puts his trash out early most weeks.
And then he's fined by our Town.
He was arrested a while back
for stealing money from his clients
and had to spend a few years
away from his family.
You can tell a lot about a person
from how they handle their trash.
And as for me, my trash is not
what it used to be. My wife passed away
suddenly and the kids have all grown up
and moved away. I don't talk with them
or see them much anymore.
I miss the deflated balloons from birthday parties
and worn out hockey skates that used to be
in my black bin. And the leaves that filled
my yard waste bin when I could sometimes
get the boys to rake. I miss my wife's
empty fancy shampoo bottles
I used to put in my blue bin.
On a good week, when I'm eating well,
my bins may be as much as a quarter full.
But most weeks, they're as empty
as an old man's broken heart.
You can tell a lot about a man
from the contents of his trash.
