Best Before
A carton of milk
half full
expired.
At the back of the shelf
shadowed by leftovers.
Best before.
I squint, contort
reaching in,
when the sour smell
hits me cross-eyed.
Pasteurized, pure
half-empty, turned,
this is surely some kind of miracle.
Virginal milk
bubbling with life.
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