LEFTOVER NIGHT -Poetry

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