Poor People Food Goes in the Freezer

Poor People Food Goes in the Freezer

A Poem by Gaia Octavia

I can't seem to
shake the feeling
that my life boils down
to single-serving meals.
A weekly rotation
of colorful boxes
stocked in the freezer
while my fridge remains bare.

© 2015 Gaia Octavia


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Added on October 27, 2015
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