turning on the dark

the refrigerator turns off its light when the door
is opened and the man standing in front of it is
asking is there anything to drink in here can't
see anything, just a solid black square inside a
cold gently humming box, and when the door
shuts the light turns back on, but the man can't
ever know that, he sits there listening to it hum
waiting into the night thinking it will grow
dark enough to see a thin line of light around
the edges of the door, as if the sun were a giant
glowing cube of ice held in someone's hands
and he was there below it, his mouth open and
dry, waiting for it to melt.