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i feel like my refrigerator
neil decker



when she approached me at the bar
and asked how I was doing
my only response was to mumble
'i feel like my refrigerator'
as i reached down
for another drag of my cigarette
thinking this had properly
summed up my current state

because it seemed quite obvious that

my stomach was empty
my bladder was leaking
my liver was rotting
my brain was frozen
and i was out of beer

but she didn't offer
so i ordered another as she walked away
puzzled and just a bit miffed