Her apartment has been empty for a week, the keys have been turned in, the "assets secured," and last evening I watched the Garbage Guy chuck the mattress and box springs ("they're dead, wrapped in plastic") into his truck and winced when the box springs fell out from about 10 feet above and gouged a scar in my yard but that's ok scars give it, the yard, character.

Considered going out to ask if I could help him but then THE CLAW came out of the side of the truck and he got both of those things in the back of the truck – though the box springs still stood out over the side so Garbage Guy disappeared and then emerged on top of the truck in a remarkable display of some Houdini/Gandalf shit to arrange everything and smash it in.

I waited until he drove away and exhaled and lifted the heavy stone and wheeled the empty back.