the ice age ice box

finally,

with a few free hours

on my

hands,

i begin to clean out the refrigerator.

i start with

the dozen or so bottles

of salad

dressing, ranch,

blue cheese,

parmesan,

avocado. balsamic

vinegar.

French,

thousand islands.

some i can't even get the tops

off anymore.

it's been that

long since they were

left on the door.

then the rotted fruit

and vegetables.

most with a sore brown

spot on

one side,

or growing some sort

of mildew on the sides.

whose quail eggs are these?

what's the shelf

life

on trout?

i drag out all the mystery

wraps in the freezer.

the ice age

has nothing on my ice

box.

when did i buy three

frozen bags of spiral

zucchini and a non-gluten

pizza

with anchovies on top?

what was i thinking?