Good Karma Sutra

Today I found this wallet full of
condoms — rubber coins, and maybe
paper blotters of lsd.

There was no plastic, no
spastic, embarrassing ID
of the loser but man,

I wanted to know who he was.
I wanted to be able to return his wallet,
Ask him “What gives?”  And also,

“Sorry bout your acid.”
I would feel honest.
But I know if it were money,

I would return it with a lie,
saying “I found your wallet.
No, it was empty when I found it.”

And if he asks me about the condoms,
I would carry them all in my pocket,
And throw them at him and run.