Love is a refrigerator door left wide open wasting precious cool in electric emotion. Love is a refrigerator door growing old and grey humming predictable minutes day by mundane day. Love is a refrigerator door filled with magnet men held up by notes you wrote her in the black pen.
2 thoughts on “Love is a refrigerator door”
Amature lit crit:
Cool is only useful if you have food in the fridge. I’d argue that leaving the door open is just emphatuation, desire, or fascination: a waste. Love is partly a concious decision backed up by action, like when you decide to shut the thing so it does what it’s supposed to do.
And if there’s no food in the fridge maybe you should shut it down to save power.
Ironically, although everything grows old and grey (or “gray” as we on this side of the pond are want to chortle) due to the increasingly entropic the nature of the universe, as part of a thermal gradient maintaining aparatus the fridge door is actually helping temporarily reduce the entropy in one small area.
And further… How predictable are those humming minutes? Our fridge seems to kick on and off at odd moments.
As for the last stanza:
This is probably accurate, although if She Dragon’s any indication it would probably be better to write the notes in sparkley pen rather than black.
Don’t forget though that the other side of the fridge door can often be used to house tasty food flavorings like ketchup, mustard, butter, soy sauce, and dill relish. Mmmm… dill relish.
Dude. Love is cleaning the refridgerator. Without being asked. If that is why the door is open, then true is your devotion.
mmmm sparkly pen . . .
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