waste

i have three empty wine bottles i need to discard. i have put five in the garbage already. yesterday in the wee hours of the morning guided by an infrequent feeling that sometimes pushes me to get my life together, i packed a innocous chicken broth box with five bottles and went outside. the blue blackness of the sky stirred slightly as i walked deliberately accross the driveway. as i eased the box into the garbage the bottles clamored together noisely as if to announce my shame. cursing silently i hurried to finish my task. an unnerving pop hit the stillness of the morning. i felt watched and scanned the nearby area cautiously. "pop!"...it doesn't sound like an animal. i quickened my pace back into the known walls of my apartment.
my name is ....., an i may be an alcoholic.