Expiration date (ignorante mix)

In the kitchen at 3 a.m
Fridge light
My only friend
Half a pizza in a plastic throne
Yogurt carton with a warning tone

How long has this salsa stared at me?
Is this cheese still part of history?
Smell test fails
But I’m still brave
One last bite or an early grave?

Why am I checking expiration dates
Like I can bargain with fate?
Hold it to the light
Read it twice
“Best by” playing with my life
Why am I checking expiration dates
On every tiny thing I ate?
Living on the edge of a sour milk wave
Still I take a sip
Then pray

Condiments from another year
Dusty label
Tiny fear
Mustard bottle in a plastic jam
Thinks it’s fine
But I know it’s a scam

Calendar on the fridge says move on
But my budget says “it’s still strong”
Text my group chat
Send a pic
“Would this ranch sauce make me sick?”