Leftovers

 

I’ve been here,
All along,
Inside your fridge

Your hands move,
Past me,
Over me,
Around me

Yours eyes look,
Above me
Below me,
Through me

Until finally,
Before I can sour
You retrieve me

Not before,
Everything else
that is good
Is gone.

You warm me up
Scarf me down
Consume me
Like Leftovers

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