Regular Poem: The Ice Box of My Heart

16 Apr

My fingers tremble with
a tingle of
as I grip the small, smooth handle
and pry gently, slowly.
I grimace as I look inside.

I’ve opened up the ice box of my heart,
looking for a midnight snack
yet knowing nothing’s in there.

nothing that I want to be in there.

I see the jug of expired tears
and a six-pack of regret
and a few slices of hurt.
The bottle of spite
and the carton of desire.

It’s mostly leftovers,
to be honest.

I sniff a tupperware container
of stale happiness
and close the door again.

I’ve made my grocery list,
but I just can’t
seem to make it to the store.

5 Responses to “Regular Poem: The Ice Box of My Heart”

  1. Chelsy T 20 April 2013 at 10:20 AM #

    Nice. Well written.

  2. silverscreenings 21 April 2013 at 5:28 PM #

    You’re eventually going to be publishing these, right?


  1. National Poetry Writing Month Retrospective | I Started Late and Forgot the Dog. - 4 May 2013

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