Leftovers, poetry by Bryan Burdett at Spillwords.com

Leftovers

Leftovers

written by: Bryan Burdett

 

I walked downstairs
to find a tub of guacamole
my wife meant to take to work
warming on the counter.

It was just sitting there
browning in its plastic bowl
and I felt sympathy for the dip left behind.

I returned it to the bosom
of the crowded fridge
overladen with widows of past meals

where it would be safe
to eat later
though it would never regain its color.

The doorbell rang
heralding the breakfast I had ordered
now orphaned in a paper bag on the stoop

so I left the crushed avocado
mixed with lime juice, garlic, and salt
to its new home in the bottom drawer

where things go
that have nowhere else to be

and became a guardian
for the newly delivered breakfast
with plans to eat half now
and save the rest for later.

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