Leftover Lament

Posted on 2020/11/30 by Bartholomew Barker

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.

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9 Responses to Leftover Lament

  1. JeanMarie says:
    2020/11/30 at 21:17

    hee hee hee!

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  2. Lisa Tomey says:
    2020/11/30 at 21:41

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

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  3. purplestoneblog says:
    2020/12/02 at 07:53

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

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  4. JeanMarie says:
    2020/12/07 at 19:20

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

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