Refrigerator Poem #1

Shortly before I moved into my current apartment over six years ago, I bought a few sets of magnetic poetry words. Being the weirdo I am, I placed them all in alphabetical order on the side of the fridge and removed articles such as a, an, and, the, etc., then alphabetized those. Don’t judge. Of course if you’re a writer, you’re probably nodding in understanding and perhaps a little sympathy.

I then began to assemble poems. Some are long, some are short and for a few years I’ve had a bitchin’ project in mind for them. However, that project will take time that is currently taken up by more pressing needs.

Then, about 35 minutes ago, right when I was about to fall asleep, another idea came to me. Again, I’m assuming you writers are nodding in sympathy a second time. This happens regularly and if we don’t do something about it, it will be a long, sleepless night. So here I am, rambling. Ok, I’ll get to the idea that won’t let me sleep.

I’ve taken a picture of all of them and I’m going to post at least one Refrigerator Poem a week. I have 17 of them so far so I think we’re in business for a little while. I have a good amount of words left but a lot of the common words are dwindling. New poems are about to get very, very strange.

Here is the first one. Enjoy.