at the open fridge,
the cold light
chilling my bare legs,
i look at the sliced meat loaf
on a plate.
will i ever eat that again,
most likely not,
but i can't toss it just yet.
it's only been
one day
since it was made.
i'll let it rest in peace
for now.
my compassion for
left overs
is limited, at best.
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