ode to the fridge in our student house

by Ella Standage

you are the most non-judgmental cuboid.
o pockmarked monolith, not full of stars
but carrots (accidentally bought in bulk),
and buttery light that melts across the floor
like a sunrise in the kitchen at 1am.
i love my home but i miss your magnetism,
your souvenir fridge magnets worn like medals,
princess leia declaring to the room
in magnet poetry love is like strange
parasites / feedeth him your tongue,
while to the background noise of your hum
we laughed and laughed. if i could
refrigerate the sound, i would trust you
to keep it fresh for a few days at least.