Ode to My Freezer
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Oh dear freezer,
You think you are so smart.
Sitting there quietly churning
Out ice cubes and making cold
You don't fool me. Not for a minute.
I know what you have.
An entire shelf of colorful
Popsicles left over from my surgery
Recovery and chemotherapy.
All I could keep down.
You can't make me eat another one.
And there is the frozen kale for that green slime someone made for me. Nothing doing.
You can't make me.
You can entice me with flash frozen
Strawberries from the farmer's market
Or the bag of peas I always keep,
You can forget seeing ice cream this summer. And those three boxes of Girl
Scout cookies I bought two years ago?
I'll save them to remind me I don't need
The Jimmy Dean Breakfast Bowls?
Ice packs? Good to stay.
Chicken stock you can keep, but
I will tear the frozen candy bars from your cold clutches and get rid of them.
That's all you've got for me?
Well then, you aren't nearly as bad as
Your sidekick, the refrigerator.
If you're good, and help me out, you might get ice cream.