Oh, acorn squash
I never ate you.
You waited patiently on my kitchen table
shriveling up as I
made the butternut squash
made the sweet potatoes
made the pumpkins.
With guilt I looked at you
before I went out to dinner
wondering when I might slice you in half and
bake you and fill you with brown sugar and raisins and walnuts.
Instead you rotted
and I realized
followed instructions
and put you in my cool and dry and dark pantry.
You were my first casualty.
You may not be the last.
The next box comes on Thursday
and I have lots of onions left.
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