Edge Shelf Incident

Content fell on floor; it might’ve had some lure.

It sat on the edge of the shelf,

and I was called
by the Siren friend.
Content fell on floor.

I opened the fridge
with Herculean force.
I stood in the magnet blip
as the spaghetti whipped
its hair back and forth.
Content fell on the floor.

I hope you don’t pour rage
on top of the cure.
But for the love of shelves,
don’t balance food
on the Lotus edge.
Because content fell on floor.

I had just lifted weights,
but that is not
why your system failed.
The fridge doesn’t know
its strength.
When I overhear you asking
for the spaghetti trail,
I hide behind my door.
Content fell on the floor.