Leftovers This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I took the remaining scraps of my poetry
And wrapped them up in a to-go box
Tipped my finger to the top
Navy nail to the always-lyrical Styrofoam prison
And scratched “Later”
Threw it in the back of the refrigerator
Stood back and strung together the magnets we had bought
To spell out “Never”

Can't live in the now
Not when you aren't here
To leave coffee stains in my clothes
And ruby red marks on my neck

Can't deal with my leftovers
I am leftovers

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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tori-gurl said...
Aug. 8, 2013 at 11:19 pm
The first stanza is very well written and my favorite. I like the metaphors that you create to help illustrate your feelings of being set aside. Good job with this poem, and I do hope that whoever this is about realizes how you felt.
 
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