pop up in the strangest places,
like on my key ring
in the form of a rewards card
with lamination receding
from every corner,
opening the way
for putrid, green filth
to work towards the center;
and it might be mold,
or it might be green ear wax;
it really looks like boogers,
and kind of like rancid baby poop,
and it’s just disgusting.
and all the while,
that has been in my oblivious pocket.
I usually request a new card every six months or so. There’s a liberating satisfaction in tossing that veritable cesspool of pocket germination.