Welsh Leftovers
I swallowed hard the feelings scorned,
to finish off my plate
But filled I was in sated form
a glutton postulate
I bit off more than I could chew,
with meat still on the bone
My stomach full of fiery barbs
—leftovers unatoned
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
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