My Best Sweater
by Eric Sterling
i took the trash out
right on time to high five
the guy that rides on back.
his sister is dating my brother
so i get special treatment.
i don’t have to have my bags right
on the corner, but i do.
it’s little things like that.
i figure it’s rough for him at family
reunions when someone asks,
“so, Herman, what are you up to these days?”
so, I treat the guy like we’re friends.
sometimes i throw away good stuff, thinking
that if he digs through the trash at the end of the
day maybe he’ll find it. maybe he’ll wear my
sweater when it gets cold. and maybe I’ll see him wearing it.
that would make me feel strange inside, seeing him