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...Lest I freak out my boyfriend, this has no bearing on my emotional state or our relationship, though the refrigerator could stand to be cleaned out.

Cleaning Shelves

How could you leave me this?
The cold, vanilla light, thick with
onion, herbs, vegetables past their prime,
the timeless graveyard smell of groceries long gone
of milk beyond an easy memory.

Such fragile eggs--I mark their sell-by date,
the date you stole my soul by,
but brittle hope and make-believe,
calcium and cardboard, crushed
under a sauce of unknown origin,
its label, love, long since torn away,
only so many months their false exteriors preserve,
before their sulfurous hearts betray.

Hands that held your hands hold cans,
half-eaten, beans and corn, and stay
but brief upon the remnants of a steak,
cooked for us by I don't remember who--
previously pink, now rimed with green and gray.

Did I pack this lunch for you,
or was it made for me?
We were once as this sandwich, so recently,
inseperable by time or force,
two creatures bound as one,
by love or mayonnaise united,
now stale, now damp, uneaten and undone.

Should lettuce be the color of your hair?
Should produce shine like eyes, should bread
be soft and downy as your arms?
Such things remain when lovers lose their charms,
cruel cabbage, heartless meat,
deliquiescing vegetables, running though my hands,
warmer than that one last touch.



( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 2nd, 2006 07:43 pm (UTC)
All I can say is...
You make me long for a tube of Clorox disinfecting wipes.
Jun. 2nd, 2006 07:57 pm (UTC)
Re: All I can say is...
Ach, well, any emotional response is a good one :)
Jun. 2nd, 2006 10:11 pm (UTC)
I want to hear a manly Shakespearean actor recite this. Yowza!
Jun. 2nd, 2006 10:46 pm (UTC)
Sorry, you lost almost everyone I know at "manly" :)
Jun. 3rd, 2006 03:49 pm (UTC)
Le Sigh. I mean, "deep voiced".
Jun. 3rd, 2006 07:08 pm (UTC)
Ah, well, that we can find :)
Jun. 4th, 2006 04:19 pm (UTC)
hey! I've got 2 or 3 man points left. I can do the deep voice at least. :p
Jun. 3rd, 2006 06:38 pm (UTC)
*begs forgiveness in advance*
Bad, trite poetry warning.
Please Spotty do not send your hyena minions of DOOOoooM
to devour all of Maus' and my candy!
You played me for a fool, scrambling my emotions.
Your heart was pure as a six month old egg.
Virginal white purity encasing sulferous vileness.
I guess the yolks on me.
Jun. 3rd, 2006 07:07 pm (UTC)
Re: *begs forgiveness in advance*
Oh...a touch...dairy puns...
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