the back shelf

the back
shelf where
the brown sugar
is. hard
as a red brick.
the baking
powder,
the sea salt
and muffin
mixes.
you could be
alive
for another
fifty
years,
and they would
still be
there.
sprinkles for
cookies
that wont get
made,
soups in cans
that are waiting
to opened
and boiled
to finally have
their day.
please, don't
put me there,
put me anywhere,
but not on
the back shelf.