I’ve always loved left overs
Cold, by the kitchen sink
With dirty fingers and appalled mothers
These, though, I will eat alone
Sitting up
In bed
It was a good, unapologetic lay
The day we tried
To play for good
But, it was really only a day
One good day
Condensed
Into one good chew
And now:
One Strained Swallow
Down the Hollow Drain
Written 2005