Captive
by Melissa Martin

I climb into the refrigerator
And the door slams shut.

I am a prisoner
Along side of mustard and ketchup.

Trapped with frozen feelings
And ice cubes for lips.

I attend therapy and learn:
food is not the problem
food is not the solution.

I open the refrigerator door
And jump out.

Melissa writes about the God and human connection and condition.

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