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 an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
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Thanks for the prompt, JM!
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Feels like the singles dances I used to attend. Nice poem.
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Thank you. That’s just what I was going for.
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another voice heard, from the back of the fridge. cool.
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Thanks!
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Sure, what they said. But inquiring minds want to know if that’s your refrigerator. :)
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Ha! My fridge only holds red wine. For the thermal mass, of course.
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Ha ha ha!
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