Leftover Lament

Leftover Lament

Here I sit
in the back
of the fridge
waiting

for the sudden light
a distant face
a rummaging hand
then rapture

the lo mein left yesterday
the pizza box was taken today
I’d rather be consumed
than tossed for slow decay

Here— in the back
of the frig


Written for today’s Living Poetry Prompt.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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9 Responses to Leftover Lament

  1. JeanMarie says:

    hee hee hee!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Lisa Tomey says:

    Feels like the singles dances I used to attend. Nice poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. another voice heard, from the back of the fridge. cool.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. JeanMarie says:

    Sure, what they said. But inquiring minds want to know if that’s your refrigerator. :)

    Liked by 1 person

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