The Fridge Ate My Poetry

I know the zombie on the fridge didn't eat my magnetic letter, so where the heck did it go? After a rousing round of insomnia, the husband got up around 5AM and made me blueberry pancakes. As I type, I have a bellyful of food and think I might actually be able to get in a catnap after he leaves for work, but the disappearance of my magnetic poetry will bother me until I fall asleep.

I discovered long ago while trapped in an office cubicle that they never put enough of the important words like "the" and "a" in the collection. Now one has gone rogue. Where did it go? I searched everywhere. I think my fridge has its own Bermuda Triangle or maybe, there's an angry kitchen brownie camping out underneath it, holding my word for ransom. If so, I expect to find a note posted to my fridge that reads something like this: Have letter. Will return for a dish of milk. Please respond before dawn. My only other hope is that my klepto cat,

Houdini, will find my word and attempt to stash it in his not-so-secret-secret hiding place under my dresser, which doesn't happen often.

Until then my new poem reads like this:

picture death
...red miasma

It would have made a great addition to the others collected on my fridge by friends and family:

capture a piece of wood

this fashion model is rigid

i only sculpt in the nude

throw old canvas
make mess

ate a raw cigarette

I compose deep metal sculpture

draw
feel
investigate
create
perform
balance
experiment

think free
sense suffering
approach meaning
give your best

Refrigerator Gods and Goddesses, if you are listening, please have pity on a poor, tired writer and give me back my word.

If you're easily amused or bored at the office, you can create your own magnetic poetry online.

As always, happy writing and happy reading to all!