Rain falls inside the fridge. Puddles are scattered all over the flat. I decided you won't find me among them
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Rain falls inside the fridge.
Puddles are scattered all over the flat.
I decided you won't find me among them
And hung over the water, waiting
for frost to take the rain's place.
Hail hammers inside the fridge.
And I thought there would be a thaw.
I'm not exactly glad,
but, to be honest, I'm content
that the puddles are locked in ice
and look like a baking tray.
Inside the fridge — strangely quiet.
I caught myself thinking
April flew by too wild,
and May is racing the same way.
Of course none of this looks much like paradise,
but I believed the sun would give heat,
And from this cold flat wet with boredom
I'd run flat out to where it's already dawn.