Leftovers

After you have read all you possibly can

there may be a few lines left.

Please don’t feel obligated!

They’re cold by now

as conclusions often are.

Hard, too, like beef fat that

whitens at the foot of a roast.

Some can make another meal of leftovers

and often read past midnight

drinking the last wine

directly out of the bottle.

“Happily ever after” is for those

who never seem to tire of sweets.

And you: you’re already going home,

leaving me with this mess,

wrinkled napkins, bones and crusts

and onions teased out of the salad.

If only I had a pig to fatten

on last words.