Pot In The Fridge,
your lid has come off
while I was getting a piece of birthday cake,
(that had pleasantly surprised me
because I thought we had nothing to eat)
I will just replace it
without looking
because you've been in there so long
I don't remember what you are holding anymore
...and I am frightened.
Maybe Jamie will be brave enough to clean you out
like, next time we need to make pasta
or something.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Pot In The Fridge
at 1:41 PM
Labels: food, housewifery, Jamie, pieces of me, poetry and songs
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