Today I Saran-Wrapped My Sanity and Unplugged the
Refrigerator
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You can see right through it
and it never sticks
like it says it should
(reminds me of men I have known)
so I stuck it in the icebox, pulled the plug, and
hoped.
I think I just saw it oozing
toward my big toe.
Mixed in with the grape
popsicle juice
and the smell of stale fish,
it almost looks green.
Guess I gotta clean it up
or move my foot.
© Joyce Mason, 2008-2011
All Rights Reserved
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and it never sticks
like it says it should
(reminds me of men I have known)
so I stuck it in the icebox, pulled the plug, and
hoped.
I think I just saw it oozing
toward my big toe.
Mixed in with the grape
popsicle juice
and the smell of stale fish,
it almost looks green.
Guess I gotta clean it up
or move my foot.
© Joyce Mason, 2008-2011
All Rights Reserved
Back to Poetry