Soda cans

I know I'm crazy. I can't throw away a single soda can. How crazy is that? I hold it over the garbage but can't drop it in. It's just too beautiful to waste. I'll carry it home and into my room and carefully place it on top of the other soda cans I have. Years and years worth of them. It's so beautiful, the shining sculpture of soda cans. Clean and stacked neatly. I stack them as interestingly as I can. There are all sorts of openings and windows. It's like a fortress. A castle. I wish I could live in it. Beautiful soda cans.

No, I don't dive into dumpsters after other peoples cans. That's disgusting. I would never use someone else's. Only my own. I only trust my own. My lips on the opening. My finger pulling that tab. I mean, what if I found a can but the tab was gone? What a waste! I keep the tabs on a silver key chain ring. One of those opening ones, like a big claw. I number them with a small sharpie. They hang above my light switch. Someday I'll show them to you. And the cans.

Every few months I reorganize them. I take them all down and categorize them by color. I count them too. If I don't, someone will throw one or two away. They think I don't notice... But they're down, on the ground.

The blue can of pepsi. Dr. pepper is red, unless it's diet then it's white. Ginger ale is green, as is 7-up and mountain dew. Rootbeer is brown, usually. The country time lemonade is yellow. Sometimes it's pink. All brands of orange soda in orange cans. All brands of grape soda is purple cans. Diet coke is gold, though the regular is silver.

Can you see it? The rainbow of colors? Can you see how pure and lovely they are? How versatile they can be together? Together, they can be anything. Shining and perfect.

Today, I will rearrange them into a castle. A castle with grass and a moat and bridge. I hope you come back and see it. It will be lovely.