my fridge
is only cold
on the bottom shelf
motor’s fucked
I don’t have a place
to put the swelling
or the beers
to take it away
or the hidden truths
I left outside the door
in the October cool
ice tray’s good
short bursts
in arctic extremes
should do it
snow-capped joints
and frozen cans
eaten away
in the dark
I sit back
drink them down
and get this evening done
– Dave Cullem