Monday

Leftover.




This grease won’t leave,
my hands, residue from yesterday’s leftovers. No matter how often, nor how hard I scrub palms and fingers are never freed from particles’ greed: I am disallowed to feel clean;time upon time day after day, a spot-stain, or two, does persist; yet I must not dwell, on crumbs from Yore’s table,before I, too, am left-over, the grease on my guests’ hands.