refrigerator poem

Refrigerator poem

the black miniature fridge
is placed in blind sight;
dust covering its history,
but with remnants of
message magnets…

i’m imagining one of the
magnets said:
“Fuck Cancer, Come Fuck the Fuck out of ME.”

and the other one says:
“God has a purpose for you, and,
it’s to fuck the fuck out of ME.”

I think I might need a
message magnet
for myself:
“Remember to take your daily medication.”

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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