My kitchen garbage can questions me as I open its lid.

“Is that recyclable?”

I search the packages of pasta, spinach, for the magic numbered triangle.

I no longer have the ability to determine what to throw in the garbage and what to recycle. When did I become trash-challenged?

Candace Kubinec posts her stories at storydribbles.wordpress.com and her poetry at rhymeswithbug.com.