THE MOMENT
Boredom and hunger
lead to strange distractions.
Eating is a helpful action
that solves boredom and hunger.
But the fridge held no rations.
Jeff opened it thrice in an hour
the emptiness made him glower.
Having nothing better to do
he decided on a homemade tattoo.
He took the sharpest of knives
to his forearm and scratched
a bloody number thirty-five.
His favorite number didn't ease his state.
He opened to door again to search for steak.
He found a full fridge, separate from his universe, attached.
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