My New Year’s Resolution Is to Turn into a Refrigerator

I will stop reading love poetry. 
I will stop writing love poetry. 
I will stop having feelings like love 
and desire for poetry.

I will have feelings like 
I belong in every home in America and 
if you push me out of a tall building 
I will kill everyone in my path. 

I will become hard, and cold. 
And sleek. Very sleek. 
Clean girl aesthetic has nothing on a fucking fridge, babe. 
My elbows will be sharp.

I could hide a body. 
I could feed a family of four. 

I could be there in your apartment in the small hours of the morning, when it’s too hot to sleep and the moonlight is filtering through your blinds and you’re longing for something you can’t explain, and you reach out to me in the dark and I open for you slowly, and you run your fingers across every part of me and bring them to your lips and sigh softly, and I hum and shudder for you as we are bathed in electric light, and I offer you everything I have without shame and everything you had all along—

and then I will BEEP LOUDLY 

because you’ve taken TOO LONG 
to DECIDE what you WANT 
and I’m going to SLAM my cold exterior shut again
until you SORT your SHIT
go AWAY. 

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Harriet Prebble is writer, actor, director, producer, gamer and occasional cowgirl based in Wellington, New Zealand.