finds
room
on a shelf in the cold
light
of the refrigerator.
it had its day and then some.
covered in foil
beside a bowl of potatoes,
the remnants of what
was once
a pumpkin pie.
tomorrow i'll
find the big knife
and go at it once
more and slice,
layer what's left upon
a plate.
i'll find the bread, the
stuffing
and pile it high.
but that will the end
of turkey
until next year. no lie.
No comments:
Post a Comment