Clean that Fridge (a Poem)
My house is a mess. Not in the sense that it’s disgusting or anything but just your basic run-of-the-mill mess.
I want desperately for it to be spotless. Four kids will put a damper on those dreams. So I settle for cleaned surfaces and washed laundry and dishes.
Every now and again, though, I realize what’s lurking behind the silver doors of my side-by-side refrigerator. When we moved, we took the opportunity to clean it out and clean it up. Since then, I’ve done spot cleans and emergency cleans when yet another cup of saved milk is spilled.
If only. If only I wasn’t so tired and so unwilling.
If only someone else would say, “Hey. I could clean that fridge.”
Clean that Fridge
we keep everything
it takes a spell
give in to
and whatever else
at the thought
of cleaning you
Today happens to be Clean out your Fridge day, and we’re dedicating our November poetry to the theme. Be sure to check out these other posts from my poetry-blogging buddies:
“Clean out Your Fridge Day” from Baking in a Tornado
“Out with the Fuzzy” from Cognitive Script
“Clean!” from On the Borderamwriting, blogwithfriends, poetry