Like a Rumpke truck

Sometimes, a Rumpke truck hauling around crap all day.
I need a place to unload
what can I say?
I’m sorry to soil the pearly white curtains,
but I’ve got to let go

Still surreal,
like getting caught–
that moment
when you couldn’t consider lying.
The denial eats
away at the stomach lining
growling
for any nutrients,
and a tender gardener.