i cleaned out my files



it was time. these are left overs.
words and emotions no longer needed.
thoughts better thrown in the garbage with
coffee grounds and moldy scraps.

words that i have dined on more than once.
leftovers cooked in the stock pot of my
skull and ladled out to any that stopped by.
wishing i had better for company.

i've picked off all the meat and sucked the marrow.
time to boil fresh water and pick the herbs,
wash the soil from emotions and serve a new dish.