no room for more

it's not overnight
that
things happen, the fridge
gets full
of old food.
chicken
from last Wednesday,
legs up
in the dish.
the grease solidified
into a pretty
pond of yellow.
Chinese
from Friday, the rice
stuck
together
in fist clumps.
the bark of duck
stiffened beside
a Dixie cup of plum sauce.
I should turn those
apples
to keep
them from getting sores,
those grapes
are as soft
as marshmallows.
only the eggs
have stayed dignified
and calm,
separated by the little
swinging door.