the fridge is full
of left overs. the problem is
that I don't,
or rarely eat leftovers.
too many nights out
bringing home the Styrofoam.
the Chinese boxes,
the pizza
in the wide awkward box
that hogs
up so much space
on the middle rack.
I need a dog, or a pack
of dogs, or a compost
barrel
in the yard.
I can't keep bringing
home uneaten food
to be thrown away three
days later, three days
seems to be
the tipping point
when it feels nuclear
and must be done away
with.
not to mention the freezer.
the Siberia
for meat and fish,
squares of lasagna
that i'll never unthaw
or eat.
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