The Old Fridge

she was a human
refrigerator
with a burned out light.
cold
as ice.
that hum though, could
be heard
throughout
the house.
the rattle of bones,
the wires,
the Freon leaking,
everything
on those wired
shelves spoiled.
the temperature
was never right.
there was melting at
times,
but the frost was
always there.
the rotting tomatoes
on the vine,
the oranges,
the dried fruit,
a brown pear.
dinner for two was
not a delight.