Under Promise and Over Deliver
When the minifridge freezes my little orange I watch amazed, amused, disappointed, annoyed as steam rises from its skin. It sits on my desk like a Cirque du Soleil spectacular. Dry ice and emotionally stunted acrobats tumbling from it like Polichinelles.
Seeing this, I want to embrace my minifridge and say,
You are enough. You have done enough. Let the freezer freeze and you! You just be a fridge! It is enough to simply be what you are.
My orange defrosts in the August morning heat. Sublimating and relieved.
Maybe I’m projecting.