From within the Unlit Fridge
If I were asked to name a god,
I'd invent one for chocolate.
For this is the substance,
That puts an end to all sadness.
Late at night, out of the unlit fridge,
I pull a very chocolatey, chocolate cake –
Nothing else in the world could sooth me now.
poem by Mark Pollins
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