no fridge for fruit

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fruits sit in a

cardboard box

atop my small

black fridge as

I don't believe

in freezing them.


they came in from

the heat, so let them

bask there too, as

there's nothing more

terrible in this world

than an icy mango.


the whiter their skin

the crazier they call me,

until I bring up how the

tribesmen do it, then

their arguments deplete.


no fridge for fruit

can stand like a

monolith in my house,

and that's probably

the only time I'll

reference the name

of a poem in the

poem itself. 

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