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My refrigerator is empty...

Posted to Action Poetry




I’m moving out
and got stuck
between here and there
because of previous commitments:
school, work

Moving on.
Moving again.

The walls won’t
remember
me.

It’s not right
for a refrigerator
to sit
empty
like that.

I’ve had terrible cravings
ever since I cleared it out.

Had a Twix- that wasn’t it
McDonald’s Happy Meal- I didn’t smile
orange juice
cereal
maccaroni and cheese

Not it
Not it
Not it at all

…pudding?

I continue to stuff
myself
while the refrigerator
sits there
empty
mocking me.

Tomorrow.

I will finish
moving out/moving in
tomorrow.
There will be others
to have meals with.
Eventually
I will eat
the right thing
to do away
with this craving.
And I will laugh
dance again;
be merry
in honor of
the new refrigerator.

Tomorrow
the refrigerator
will be
full.