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Benjamin Rosser Poem
Her new fridge
set as a giant gleaming jewel between
clean countertop & faithful kitchen cupboards
Icemaker
amiable crispers bins & shelves
cavernous freezer with sensible sliding drawer
She’d paid cash
using her hard earned own money
smartly side-stepping debt & obligation
The old fridge
battered exterior puny packed interior
bleeding cold & ice cube trays always plundered
It was his
revered bachelorhood relic
when it failed she feared she’d lost everything
She kissed
her kitchen’s cherished crown jewel
its powerful compressor cooling her mind
(published in “London Grip”, 2022)
Copyright © Benjamin Rosser | Year Posted 2023
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Benjamin Rosser Poem
My window shut,
blocking Summer’s fierce gaze
and brown haze from distant flaming timbers.
One machine cools the room,
then my cats and I may nap.
Another, like a Vegas magician,
pulls gallons of water
from the air we breathe.
My window shut,
glazed by Winter’s cruel lick,
outside sheets of ice and broken branches.
Furnace air and a space heater
blanket us with dry heat.
Eyes itch, hands and heels crack,
another device weaves soothing water
into the air we breathe.
I met a man, years ago,
who lived inside an iron lung.
It did the work of breathing for him.
His hapless head stuck out one end
of what seemed a metal casket on wheels.
With cheeky laughter, he read everything
and used his mouth to write.
I crack open my window.
(published in “Boats Against the Current”, 2023)
Copyright © Benjamin Rosser | Year Posted 2024
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