The Refrigerator

The refrigerator is rotten
It’s shiny and stainless
Stealing glances from the stove
Upright and dependable
But cold and keeps to itself
Lately a smell emanates
From beneath its non-sentient seething
When questioned it remains
Impervious and above reproach
What’s going on
What are you hiding
I scream, not caring
It outweighs me and gives
Ice that I depend upon
For drinks that give me courage
To scream at it
Is it you
Who are you
Vegetables, meats
Don’t make me come in there
You need to cooperate
You damn rotten refrigerator
I need more ice

from Fat Poet Dies in Grain Elevator Accident & Other Poems

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