It's leftover night. Tonight. Tonight.
Mix it all together.
-What a delight.
Shove it in. Wash it down.
Their stupid elation.
-A casserole of brown.
The meat dug out from the freezer deep.
Mashed together,
From the leftover sweep.
"Come eat," to the oblivious I call.
They shovel it in,
Consuming it all.
"Oh, I ate at work." That's what I say.
-A little white lie,
as they swallow something gray.
I will not touch the franken-dish
As I hide in the closet,
Eating my almond-crusted fish.
It's leftover night. Tonight. Tonight.
Mix it all together.
-What a delight.
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Left Over Night
by Stephanie Daich
