in the fridge.
a ball of brown lettuce
once green
and crisp,
that wedge of cheese
now black,
the milk gone sour.
that slab of meat
green at last.
nothing is edible
despite the cold, despite
how neatly it
was packed.
there was nothing i could
do, as each expired
as most things do, some
slow, some fast.
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