the day after the big game
and stare
into the refrigerator
and wonder
what i'm going to do with
thirty-two
leftover meatballs,
eleven chicken wings
and a plate of
untouched cut cheese.
i look out the window
at the woods,
and decide to wait until
dusk to feed the wildlife.
will they eat guacamole
if i spread it onto crackers?
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