at some point you'll throw
away those cans
that line your shelves.
chicken noodle soup,
chili, beef stews,
canned ham that isn't ham.
all of them bought so long
ago and never touched.
years have gone by
and there they sit
collecting dust,
nudged by grey mice
that shake their heads
and laugh.
it's your end of the world
cupboard, the high
shelf, deep with boxes
too. pancake mix.
noodles, dried like sticks,
packages of mystery soups
and gravy, both chicken
and turkey flavored.
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