green green grass

The waste basket is under the study table, beside Belinda’s bed. Belinda thinks it is best placed there.

In the waste basket, there are one or two crumpled pages which Belinda stole from her diary which she burned the day she realized she can never be civil towards her gay bestfriend who confessed that he is in love with her.

The hairs she cut on that fair Tuesday are carelessly slid in an old dusty envelope.

The pieces of the broken sunglasses she sat on the other day are inside the Watsons’ green cellophane.

The wrappers of Belvita Milk Biscuit are also there in the waste basket–the one Belinda missed to throw inside is under her bed traced by the good ants.

A bottle of Johnson’s Baby Powder is among the trash while the luminous red box of Macadamia is flaunted open, empty.