Leftover Sonnet

Too many bras on backs of doors
too many motel towels bulging drawers
too many potato peelers
too many nutcrackers
too many lemon juice spouts
love’s too much while we’re at it
my big ball of rubber bands was ill-conceived and stupid
yet time inside our icebox dances
cold pizza trumps hot
picnic chicken basketed for hours
lords it over fowl just lifted from the fryer
next morning’s meatloaf sandwich is nobody’s fool
            luxurious gropings in darkness
            cohabitation in lightless refrigeration






About the Author: BD Feil credits in Slice Magazine, New Plains Review, Margie, and is nominated for a Pushcart this year. He lives in Michigan with quite the brood.