It began with one, then two more small boxes of fridge magnets, and three months of playing every day in a desire to invigorate my creative practice. There was no icebox aside from a vivid memory of Fisher Price plastic letters stuck to my childhood fridge. Instead, there was a metal sheet small enough to rest on my lap, and magnets and quiet and Instagram.
“If you’re not following lesleyanneevans…
you might want to. Her apocalyptic refrigerator poetry