Bare-ly Legal
I just got home from work. After a 26 hour shift, there is nothing better than a bowl of cream of rice, steaming hot so you have to blow on each spoonful to prevent you from scalding your tongue. It sticks to the sides of your stomach and warms you as you drift into sleep, dreaming of blood counts and chest x-rays.
Even though I had to swing by the Superette around the corner for some milk, I can say my fridge is not as bare as this one.
That apple does look good though, doesn’t it?
I want to put caramel on it.
That apple does look good though, doesn’t it?
I want to put caramel on it.
Posted @ 11:45 AM
2 Comments:
10/27/2005
dan writes:
Anonymous writes:
That is a sad, sad fridge. It can be a metaphor for way too many bad things.
10/28/2005
"...staring into the refrigerator
as if into the place where the answers are kept--
the ones telling you why you get up in the morning
and how it is possible to sleep at night,
answers to what comes next and how to like it."
Excerpt from Stephen Dobyns "How to Like It"
Post a Comment
Home