I stapled train tickets
To the fridge
To remember where I’m going
Each weekend.
The steam billows out of the freezer
And the vegetables are ruined.
So I make a mental note
About life and how it can
Pollute
If left alone.
So I lay down in my kitchen
And feel the filthy tile
Against my cheek,
And look up at the smoke as it
Charges forth,
Powered by steam engines
And human ingenuity.