by Chris Butler
Freezer burnt,
trapped inside
the leftover
refrigerator
in the garage,
hibernating
months after
the winter
solstice, thousands
of miles north of
the invisible
equator,
my escaping breath
proves this
meaningless
existence,
to expire
in extended
periods of
endless time,
when no other
worthwhile life
survives.
May 8, 2009
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