October 2022

by Lurea Cort

 

I wish I was your fridge 

So I could be magnetic

I’d hold the thick magnets you got from your trip to Nasa

I’d squeeze your save the dates/

photographs,

business cards

Because I’m helpful like that 

I make an effort 

to keep up with people

write down their birthdays and 

send out cards

I wish I was your fridge so you could open me anytime. 

When hungry/or browsing for a snack during your mindless eating

So come 

stare the florescent lights when I’m propped open

Come get crispy// in My crisper

But try, try to refrain from wilting next to my carrots and celery

Come grab my apples, my pink ladies

and then take out Mrs. Laura Scutters  natural peanut butter, 

the peanut butter with the oil separation on top--

and stir me up 

carefully

make sure you get all the way down to the bottom

without sloshing oil over the sides

But you can’t///can you?

You can’t stir me up

And You can’t Grab my apples

But I can still be  Magnetic /

for you