I stand with my refrigerator.
and freezer doors open
Staring at the contents
wasting cooled air into the kitchen.
I have already been through the cupboards.
Oh, there’s plenty of brightly packaged
Plasticized stuff in there
But I can’t eat any of it.
I am not fooling myself.
It’s more like won’t.
The condenser kicks on
While the new refrigerator door
Makes a clunky, squeaky sound as it closes.
Tough choice between
Pureed mango baby food
Almond milk and rice chex
Rice cake and sunflower butter
Sounds kinda exotic
If you’ve never been there.
So I sit in the sun
On my yoga mat
Grateful for a few bites
That aren’t jammed
With gluten and its secret spy names
Malt. Matzo.Carmel. Dextrin. Shoyu. Surimi.
I swing the garage doors wide open
Chinook winds sift through
And just a few hundred miles
Of paved roads strain and separate
You and me.
I stare at the dust settling on my
Sky blue Toyota. Waiting…
just a few miles on the speedometer.
I stare at Googlearth.
At places named
Poncha Springs. Foxfield. Redcliff.Dinosaur.Hallelujah Junction.
sounds kinda exotic if you have never been there
I’m not fooling anyone.
I can’t go.
Or maybe more like won’t.
As I stand by the refrigerator,
The garage door makes its
Clunky squeaking closing sound.
Wasted a wish.