Poetry of a Conlanger

Thursday, May 18, 2006

I Am Leftovers (5/17/06)

I am leftovers.

I am no longer a whole meal.
Dinner is over;
They saran-wrap me up
Or put me in Tupperware,
And let me sit
Alone, hiding
In the back of the refrigerator


All we singles come out
For Leftover Buffet
And try to make
Our disassembled selves
Into a whole meal again.


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