the frozen food
in the freezer reminds me
of years gone
by.
covered in hairy ice,
soft
mounds of what?
stiff and hard, no
give in the wrap.
meat, perhaps. cooked
or uncooked, who's to know.
why i'm waiting to throw
these things
out, I have no clue.
i'm sentimental
about the past. about
the things that are a mystery
to me.
like you.
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I wonder how many women think this is about them....
272 at last count...wait a minute, I forgot about mabel...I always leave her off the list for some reason. 273.
Ha!
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