It’s the wrapper from a Snickers bar,
not alone. There are empty donut sacks,
bags from most of the food drive-throughs
in town. They had been tossed on the floor
of the passenger’s seat by the driver
whose practice that was. Then, on those days
when a passenger was ti sit there, the driver
frantically collected the incriminating debris
to hide it out of sight. There being no trash bins,
sometimes the trunk became the receptacle.
It hasn’t happened in months, though.
What would the trash have to say?
World it long to be full again,
to have the  driver’s attention?
Does it want company, another or several
new loads of trash? That won’t be happening–
if the driver has her way!
The car now goes to meetings
of Overeaters Anonymous,
and while that continues, the driver
has the strength to eat at a table, planned meals only,
avoiding trigger foods and trigger behaviors
like haunting drive-through lanes
eating things she knows are not what she needs.