on tupperware

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i used to be better at poetry, it was so easy
i'd grab a poorly labeled tupperware container
embittered and fermented with freezer burn
emotional leftovers, neatly stacked
in some dark, cranial corner

i'd dump the secondhand sense of self
in staining, splotchy scribbles onto paper in splatters
and toss the container, unwashed
with a dull thud into the sink, echoing plastically

but now i'm back at that sink
frenziedly scraping the moldy bottoms
hoping to chance upon some half-eaten metaphors,
left to rot in the cloudy dishwater

they've got no use for my anymore
i can't figure out which lid goes with what
which deserted, leftover supper goes where
so i throw away my tupperware