Long lost fridge

He met me at the corner

under the Def. Col. bridge

drunk at the time

ranting about a fridge

too disoriented to drop him home

I took him to mine

and we made love to a couple

of pornos online

side by side, obnoxious and naked

we fell asleep with our legs entwined

horrors of the night awoke

the next morning by my side

in filthy underpants

and a postal receipt in his hands

his name on it, in untidy columns

the consignor and the consignee

a parcel by him to himself

of breathable air, and home

the things we do, to not feel alone

I loaded him in my car

and dropped him under the bridge

hoping the postman would find him

and his long lost fridge.

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