fridge poem

in 5 hours
i will know.

(i could count this on two hands)

all of my life behind me
& the rest of my life in front of me:

the only thing i want from you
is the one thing i can't give myself.

our lives seem to be collapsing
in this tiny house
with a brand new fridge

every morning
i put a new piece of myself
in the various compartments

my toes :
in the vegetable crisper

my kneecaps:
in the freezer

my better judgement:
in the dairy cooler

my hair:
running through your fingers
like sand.

call me a romantic,
i still feel myself fall away
in your wake.