My windows and doors are open
the food and milk in the
unplugged refrigerator has turned
How does meat turn?
Does it curse and rebel against
the apples in the crisper below?
I don’t understand why
there are so many ways to leave
wherever I am at
I have rebelled against enough people
But this couch knows what it did
when I leave it nailed to the carpet
If you would like to surprise me
climb the patio and come in or
break through the kitchen wall
Earlier, I salvaged two apples and
when I am eating one I am noticing
how red and crisp they can be
If I seem powerless or rotten
when you enter and I turn it is
because I unplugged myself
I am saving the other apple for you
but it is possible I may slide out the window
before you get here
I can’t promise the apple will remain
red and crisp, loyal to the milk and meat
Close the door on your way out
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