As I open the refrigerator doorthe fluorescent glare attacks methe last month curledand blown away leaving me startled at the myriad of colorsproliferating on the glass shelfjostling against each otherlike bullies on a playground. The cheddar is nude and stubbled,cream coagulated and sour.Are those fuzzy blue moundsthe peaches I put there only a few weeks ago? I enter a battlefieldwithout the will to fight, my resolve … Continue reading Defrosting by Elizabeth Kirkpatrick-Vrenios