Some bread is in the freezer,
hard as a brick. The stale bread
is on the table. It needs
to be used up. Or to be
sliced, cut, cubed, dried, or crumbled.
Why waste it? It cost money,
just like all the rest of the food.
We aren’t butterflies, sipping
at sleep. We aren’t warriors
breaking open a casket
of sake before battle.
Mangoes are on sale right now.
Rice is cheap. Is there something
we could do with that? Sweet rice.
No one asked me if I was
hungry. It’s embarrassing
to beg for a dozen eggs.
My office mate cleaned cupboards,
brought in what she wouldn’t eat.
Past the expiration date,
strange beans. Oh, thank you, I said.