The fridge hums its one noteand I stand in its lightlike a man being questioned.
Nothing in here is mine.The milk belongs to tomorrow.The cold belongs to the house.
The poet asked for: Does the last line earn itself, or is it a shrug?
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Juniper Cole20 September 2026
This is the first poem I read on here. Sold me immediately.
Lio Fenwick27 September 2026
"the milk belongs to tomorrow." read this weeks before i ever posted here. it's still in me. hello, newest fan.
Thandi Nkosi13 October 2026
The quiet in this reads like a held note. I don't know how you make silence this loud on the page.