What are you going to do
With those lemons?
Oh, those are left over from
When I made lemon bars. It was
Cheaper to buy a bag of six (maybe).
They’re sitting in the fridge going bad.
Three lemons, in the bottom left drawer
Sitting on quart-sized yogurt tubs,
Mocking me each time I swing
Open the refrigerator door,
Their withering peel darker
And more brittle every time
I give in and acknowledge
Them, taunting me with the truth
That eventually I will face the
Shame of tossing them into the trash.
(Have you still not set up a
Compost jar in the kitchen?)
Decay tries to mask the scent of
Real homemade lemon bars.
I finally had made some
And they were just right.