The Freezer

dark and still,

contrasting the oven’s

distinct-stifling interior.

thin-insulated walls

offer little protection.

 

I lay frozen, wrapped in layers,

like a store-bought pizza.

Hard, stale and tasteless

needing heat to bring out my flavor.

 

The freezer’s thermometer

shows the temperature is contrary

to the heat that’s required

to make me, a good pizza.

 

The freezer, dark and still

makes me the antonym of hot.

My dough, pale and stiff

feels a longing for the oven’s

sweltering humid heat.

 

I imagine my escape, inside of the oven,

basking in the warmth and dreaming

of my crust, bubbling,

cooking from the inside out.

 

I imagine the sultry heat,

making me rise, loosening my dough,

bringing color to my contents

and providing the reward of my flavor.

 

But a pizza does not often visit the oven

when it lives in the freezer

so here, still, I wait.

 

My home, the freezer, dark and still

makes me hard, stale, tasteless

longing for the heat that’s required

to make me, a good pizza.

 

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