Bio Note: I live in New York City and occasionally write confessional poems. My most recent publication is Fledgling, from Wordtech Communications (2021) a chapbook of sonnets.
Life in a Leftover
In the fridge I find a jar of pineapple-mang0 jam. It’s been here since last year when my late companion died. He used to like it on his toast. The place he now resides is beyond my understanding. At least, I’m sure he isn’t going blind any more. His eyes are fine, though I don't know what they can find. He doesn’t seem to want the news he used to ask for when he called from one of his excursions to Montreal or Israel where his cronies, Gideon and Pnina, dwell. (They miss him but they’re doing well.) I probably should throw the jam away. I tasted it. Too sweet. I wish someone would come and finish it.
©2021 Sarah White
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