The Stoic

A poem by April Woody

The dishwasher makes a forlorn sound;

even appliances complain about chores.

The fridge ponders its lifespan

spent maintaining the status quo,

scapegoated for the outbreak

of mold on the aging Monterey Jack.

The engineered milk dated 5 months out

seems to hint at a plan for redundancy, 

supported by meat-shaped meat substitutes.

The stalwart oven with its thermal mass

welcomes the root vegetables,

knows the outdoor kitchen will be abandoned,

a retreat from the battle of bringing outside

what should be held within.

Hear April read her poem:

The StoicApril Woody

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April Woody is a poet living in Virginia. She enjoys exploring various forms, both old and new. Her work has most recently appeared or is upcoming in contemporary haibun online, Unlost, The Pan Haiku Review, The Ekphrastic Review, and Right Hand Pointing.

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Kitchen by Tran Nguyen