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Jan 21
I. as a kid i spied
on fridge -
rectangle bulge on metal feet

high, polished frame stood still
by kitchen angle
spider silked web
on bitter
food machine

my arm leaps swiftly
then i leak in

i catch four chic sieves
here carrying and freezing
empty steel

II. as a teen,
i gave my fridge
a renovation

i placed here
a shiny crystal screen
providing
instagram and twitter
connection

III. as a grown man
i'd
probly
add a laptop
speaker
blender
a coffee grinder

floor cleaners
wash
red hoover
wisks
and wipes
old dusty spider strings

'store substances
in frigdie box'
a flower goal

we'll store here
an azure planet
blurred by muddy wars

[
hmm
how could
we land here
some cans
and jars
and... food?
                    ]
Anton
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Anton  16/M/Minsk, Belarus
(16/M/Minsk, Belarus)   
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