away for a week
you find
the bread stale,
the spoiled milk, eggs
left
on the counter,
butter softened by the sun.
lettuce
browned and apples
gone soft.
so much uneaten,
so little left to make
dinner on,
who delivers at this
hour,
where's the leftovers,
mom?
Sunday, October 15, 2017
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