My heart still tingling
your food left in my fridge lingering
its not pizza delivery
deliver me from this sadness
woe as me
no
It’s rotten butternut squash molded over
what I wouldn’t try to squash for one more “roll-over”
but my plan’s expired, no rollover
even if the spoiled summer is leftovers
in the toaster oven, I can see the smolders
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