Midnight Snack

The screaming fridge unleashes
Its nightmares
Of cholesterol, calories and sesame oil.
The flap-like hinges screech
Of banshees, ghouls and the Boogeyman.

(The blizzard air drifts;
It wafts upon my frosted face
And gives me the cold shoulder.)

I feel intimidated by the bustling compartments;
The celeries and cabbages are wailing for freedom,
And the naked turkey stares dimly at me.

(Ice seeps through my veins
And forms trenches of icicles there.)

I am cold-blooded
In the serenity of the midnight kitchen.
I have the pots and frying pans to accompany me in the shadows.

(The moon watches from the distance, glowing,
Winking.)