she took my picture,
that's how it started
that's how i knew,
she took my picture
off the refrigerator door
when your picture is taken off
the refrigerator
like dust off a knick knack shelf
you do the dishes,
you have to wash your own socks.
the refrigerator is cursed
like a lost winning lottery ticket.
cursed with pictures of dead pets,
dead aunt's, cousins, grandma...
(my picture rip off the fridge like $#@#$#@...)
the fridge hums its song,
warm on the outside
and cold on the inside.
you *******, i shout,
and i punched the fridge,
packed my suitcase,
grabbed my fishing pole
and out the front door
I went.
half way down the sidewalk,
I turned
and there was little Jack
looking out the window at me.
(tears ran down my cheeks.)
MAN! I'm gonna miss that dog!!!