the milk
is sour. the cheese hard.
the lettuce
brown.
each apple has dent,
each
orange
a spot of green
where it leaned
against
the rack.
the cold air has done
little
to keep things right.
even the eggs
seem old.
your hand is
curled
and worn
as it reaches
in. your feet iced
against the tiled
floor. you can't
make
things
new again.
Saturday, January 27, 2018
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