I’d like to write,
but I’m a-feared
all will sound the same.
Hiding there,
amongst
the off-brand
bottle of ketchup,
lemon juice,
out-dated box of baking soda,
singled-out eggs and garlic bulbs,
and duck sauce, soy packets
I save, but never use.
Tight-fisted, tight lipped
Tupperware
making its way
from the cold corners
of refrigerator’s recesses,
lifting the lid
on lukewarm leftovers.
I have a fuzzy feeling about this…
Tastes just about as good
as it looks.