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    Wednesday
    Jul272011

    Freezer Burn

     

     

    It was purchased too soon.

    Maybe it was on sale:  An offer that couldn't be refused.

    Or, perhaps, it looked so good that it just couldn't be passed over.

                                            Fresh meat.  Grade A.  Thick cut. 

     

    So, you brought it home before you were ready.

    And, while it was still cool (having been kept in the refrigerator), as the days passed, you knew that it was only a matter of time before it spoiled. 

    So, you put me on ice.

     

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    I'm sure that he'd been thinking about it for awhile, having periodically reminded me that he wasn't ready to go "all in."  Not yet ready to become obligated to do the things that he already did by choice.  Not ready for the standing weekend dates (that took place at his kitchen counter over glasses of cheap vodka and conversation that poured steadily into the night).  Not yet prepared for the monotony of monogamy (paradoxically variable in tone, tenor and temerity).  Not yet willing to carve out a space for me (no matter how filling.  No matter how small).

    But it was cool.

    I never told him that it was spoiling...

    That the expiration date was looming.  That the present state of things was growing rancid. 

    But he must have known that, unless my shelf life was equal to that of a Twinkie, things would sour.  He must have known that the stench of a woman not claimed would eventually overpower.  That We would begin to rot in entirety, making it impossible to separate the molding bits.

    And so, on a Sunday morning, he turned to me and announced that the time had come.  I was being shelved.

    Preserved. 

    Frozen.

    Stored for when he awakened from his idyllic hibernation. 

    Placed in a state of suspended animation, to be returned to.  (Perhaps).

    Too good to be cast aside permanently, but not good enough to be appreciated now. 

    Maybe one day he'd return to me to thaw out the hardened layers that he caused to form. 

    Maybe he'll sit me out in his sunlight, hoping that I'll warm again to his embrace.

    But, most likely, I'll sit.  Forgotten.  Weathered by his indecision.  Whole, but tainted all the same. 

    Burned frozen. 

     

     

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    Poetic

    July 28, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterGator

    Beautifully written, and totally relatable. Unfortunately, during our journey to find the right suitor, we often find ourselves "shelved" and not in the right hands of a skilled culinary artist. But, I believe, in time, we will. Zagat approved.

    July 31, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterANOMYL E

    Wow. So I shall make the same disclaimer that I make all the time when I reference the zodiac in order that folks know I'm a skeptic. I don't place much stock in this zodiac thing, but Cancers have a heartbreak half life shorter than Beryllium-8 before we begin to radiate emotion everywhere. And perhaps as many of my off hand free verse or short order prose, this is not necessarily the substance of a single lived experience, but the weight of accumulated experience entangled with a fair measure of empathing the shared emotions of others. Either way, it was awesome. And awesome is the sort of word that one does not want to use when describing a train wreck, but you are simply struck by the truck of its etymological prefix. There was Some fair amount of Awe to be referenced, right?

    I therefore dub the following line the single best thing in writing that I have heard all year and no sooner than I can get my arse in gear to write my next blog posting shall I be quoting you for artistic review. Dig it? Dig it.

    "Not yet prepared for the monotony of monogamy (paradoxically variable in tone, tenor and temerity)."

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    December 29, 2011 | Unregistered Commentergsdgd

    I don't get it. I know you well enough to know that you don't deserve to spend a day on the shelf, not one. But yet the more I read, the more I see you in similar situations or experiencing similar outcomes. Why do you allow such?!?!!

    July 7, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterSuberfan

    This is awesome. Very witty and engaging.

    March 6, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterIP3

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