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I was so fulll after thanksgiving, sadly I had to eat leftovers the day after. Turkey, macaroni, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and other things were still left over.
By Rykityki URL on 11.29.2017
Don’t worry Baby, you can have all these leftover metaphors, all the good ones have already been recycled anyway. Besides, you know as well as I do that no one else’s voice will have the power to bring you to tears with them, the way I could, anyway.
By the way, I hope you know we were never anything more than leftovers to begin with.
By adreamer URL on 11.29.2017
music that we listened to over the past 50 years of our lives still echos of the walls of buildings downtown, around the walls of the dance club, Stevie Wonder who embraced room-sized synthesizers, and even those funny old tunes like “The Varsity Drag,” that were oldies when we were babies, and even Scott Joplin now helping me concentrate by blocking out
By Daniel Ari URL on 11.29.2017
Man, you know there ain’t no such thing as leftover crack.
By Yamuna on 11.29.2017
leftover bits of warmth
crackle and fade on my skin
ominous clouds above
reflect the state I am in
imminent storm rattles the sky
my occulace gleams
whether I weather this devil
is yet to be seen
By omqwat URL on 11.29.2017
It’s quiet except for the sound of crumbs hitting the hardwood, like little drops of frozen rain. One meal means a few nights this week with dinner, the amount stuffed away in mismatched containers shrinking with the evenings. The longer it sits, the more savory it becomes. Right until the moment it spoils. I’m not even sure how old it is, or every ingredient, or how long it was meant to last. But it gets softer and sweeter through the days and the nights, sodden, until the sound of a fork scraping against an empty plate lets me know that the last bits of flavor
Are making their way between my toes, beneath the couch, a memory for a vacuum cleaner…
And so I never clean, fearing the cyclone will take us both.
By Ai URL on 11.29.2017
We still had leftover turkey from Thanksgiving, so we got out the bread and starting slathering the slices with mustard and mayo. As I reached for the cheese, however, I heard a deep, almost slobbery breathing beside me. I looked down, and lo and behold, there was Jowls the bulldog, trying to jump up to the counter where the turkey waited to be sliced.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 11.29.2017
She sat in the corner of the kitchen holding a plate of salami slices in one hand and a cell phone in the other. The screen was cracked, covered by a crooked screen protector that had lost its transparency a thousand texts ago. A thousand wasted texts ago.
By Riannon URL on 11.29.2017
like i wasnt shit
start to think about tha past and how we kissed
and how that leftover kiss is coming up now
wish i never missed how we got dowkn
but damn it i do
feeling washed to the shore need a smoke
or a closer look through scope of how quickly we choked
wish i could understand but i cant
no we just woman and man
By eric on 11.30.2017
I found it insulting when she poured the leftovers in a dish and placed it in front of me, as if I was some kind of animal she was having pity for. My eye twitched when I slowly glanced at her face and saw her smirking, like the evil wretch she was.
By Souade Niang on 11.30.2017
You’ve wandered thus far
To see the remnants they had left
Arisen from their paths
The others have built their own world
They look to you
They welcome you
To their world
But what is this
What is left?
By Lynn on 11.30.2017
When we eat dinner, we usually have leftovers. No mashed-potatoes though. Me and Ann LOVE them. The leftovers are usually good but sometimes not so much.
By Shawn Richardson on 11.30.2017
The leftover turkey sat in the fridge, telling her that it was going to waste. She ignored it and pulled out a yogurt. She hated turkey. She hated the way it smelled. She hated cooking it. She was glad someone had eaten some but, honestly, what was even the point of it all? The side dishes were the star of Thanksgiving, in her opinion.
By Bridget Grace URL on 11.30.2017
Scraps of metal and food mixed into each other (like a thanksgiving dinner and the table setting all thrown into a slurry). Glint of the fork dulled at the edges by bits of spinach and sweet potato, like a rotten Christmas color study.
Or like that show involving the rapture, leftover as alone, isolation within the group.
By Kybard URL on 11.30.2017
It is what is left behind when everyone is satisfied. It might be looked at a couple of times but is always pushed to the side.
By Mackenzie on 11.30.2017
It’s been a month, and as time progresses I’m feeling more and more like I’m scrounging for the leftovers of your feelings.
By lauren on 11.30.2017
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.