from yesterday dinner...
once, the main course
now what? the leftover
unwanted, undesired.
The left over from yesterday
You don't feel like finishing it
up
Neither are you able to throw it
away
So here it stays
Frozen, in that corner of your abandoned fridge,
Frozen to every fiber of its being, sick to the core
Frozen...
Till some morning
Woken up in your hangover
amazed: one sock in your vomited mess
- of some other "main courses" you couldn't remember
starved!
you will find me then
you will find me then
but I won't be like the
leftover
waiting tirelessly in that corner of the fridge
cold, frozen, dried up
just to warm up your empty stomach today
Hanoi, "winter" in the middle of spring
2010
-sick I am-
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