THE BACK OF THE REFRIGERATOR
It’s like the subway
In the middle of rush hour
Where some year old mayonnaise
Nudges yesterday’s tuna
For a place in this coveted no-man’s-land
Where leftovers reign supreme
And for this food
It’s the end of the line.
Ellen Fuchs
That reminds me that I should post an poem I made on EH's fridge...
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