It's like how sometimes on wednesday nights
your too tired to make dinner so you look in the florecent lit fridge for
some left overs
And sometimes the leftovers you take out are from weeks ago,
like that spaghetti
from when you had a good day at work.
Some nights i watch you eat those noodles, sucking them down.
Me knowing the noodles have started to mold, yet not saying anything.
It's alarming to me
how you can't tell the difference between
a steaming hot sauce and the sticky pink slime.
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