wake for a refrigerator

something standing in a house
eight years unmoving
should be family–
we all have those people
we cannot move easily,
stubbing toes
sometimes on their hard edges
& them without the grace or ability
to apologize for it (in fairness,
it was our toes kicking them
after all)

either way
something should be said
about the fridge dying
besides a bitter complaint
that the beer is warm as piss
as the scrapper wheels the corpse
out the door, like maybe
thanks for all the ice cream

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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23 Responses to wake for a refrigerator

  1. doncarroll says:

    love this susan. even though it hinges on the fridge i can certainly see how it hinges on past scenarios as well.

  2. Good byes are never easy!

  3. Green Speck says:

    I would feel sad to bid my fridge good bye after reading this !!!

  4. Susan, the opening 3 lines — Love! Cool requiem

  5. unfetteredbs says:

    delightful and yet my condolences… ugh. Not something I would want to replace.

  6. nelle says:

    Lament of the unappreciated fridge. I love it. And now a song shapes in my head with remade lyrics, David Bowie singing, ‘Beer’s so warm…’ http://youtu.be/tehxpASuIic

  7. Bruce Ruston says:

    Nice, funny I seem to be one of those weird people who prefer not to have the beer in the fridge :)

  8. I like the humor and the love here. Fridges are part of the family. . . we really do depend on them. And I think they can be missed. :-)

  9. Love this one. I’ve been without a deep freezer for over a year now because it died on me and after several repairs, I gave up. :-)

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