she likes
leftovers. loves
them.
but she likes
wrapping
left overs
and neatly placing
them all into
plastic tubs
and containers
even more.
she likes
writing with
a magic maker
what they are,
despite
being see through.
on goes the date
too
in bold black
letters.
gravy.
stuffing, potatoes.
turkey.
sweet potatoes.
this makes her
happy.
nothing gone to
waste.
she slaps her
hands
together when she's
done, then stands
at the kitchen door
and yells,
anyone for dessert?
those containers
wait on the counter,
empty as well.
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