by Molly Kaplan

You stand like a trophy,

gleaming in the soft light from the kitchen window.

Your plain exterior nothing compared to what you hold inside.

Two doors, only two doors stand before me

and your delicious contents.

I then open the door, and am greeted with a blinding flash of white light.

My eyes barley see anything but the blurred, illuminated outlines of food.

Like small edible jewels, waiting to be consumed.

If this were heaven, I would gladly go.

My eyes finally adjust to the light, and I behold the most breathtaking sight;

drawers of food line the inside of you, completed filled.

It seemed to beckon me to take something.

This was too good to be real,

it could only have been a dream.