Poetry of Daniel Davis

Ode to my Refrigerator

You stand proudly in my kitchen,
Quietly humming as you do your work.
You are the envy of all my other appliances,
Particularly the blender, who wants to be just like you.
Covered wall to wall with Chinese take-out menus
And pizza coupons that have long since expired,
I know that somewhere within that forest of savings and phone numbers of girls that I will never call; there is something cold and heartless waiting to be touched.
As I open the door I am awestruck by the sight of your glowing inner essence.
I would stare for hours at your magnificence,
If you didn’t have the electric bill on your door reminding me how much it cost the last time I left your door open.
I reach inside you,
Past the turkey sandwich,
Past the piece of cheesecake I was saving,
Past something that I cannot readily identify,
And I find…a golden nugget of truth...next to the baking soda.
I slowly close your door,
Your little light turns off, gently whispering goodnight.
Dreams of another visit dance through my head,
Rainbows, purple unicorns and Alf…
It must’ve been something I ate.
You are my refrigerator, my…friend,
And I will always love you,
Until you are reduced to scrap metal and turned into a microwave.