By Sarah Hyde Kaspar
This is holding a fridge door. This is not hurting anyone. This is holding/squeezing a fridge door. This is squeezing a fridge door so tight your hand feels like it will break. It does not. It continues to be holding a fridge door. This is all you are doing, in this moment, this is all that is required of you. Holding a fridge door. 
What were you even getting in the fridge? Check your other hand, your left, look, it’s got wine in it. White wine, in a lovely little stemless glass. Like you used to drink. You are holding a fridge door because you wanted white wine. You are holding a fridge door because you wanted white wine, like you used to drink. You are holding a fridge door because you do not know what else to fucking hold. You are holding a fridge door, your fridge door, your wine, your body, your mind, your life. You are holding them. You are holding tight. No one holds like you do. You hold so much. Minus the white wine, which you are spilling on the hardwood floor. This is a consequence of holding your fridge door. Your door, your consequence. This is where it goes from holding a to holding your. Congratulations. You are holding your own fucking fridge door. You are one of us. Together, we are all holding. We are holding our fridge doors. This is you holding your fridge door. This is me holding my fridge door. This is us holding our fridge doors, together and alone, all and nothing. This is holding a fucking fridge door.
Sarah Hyde Kaspar is a creative and marketing writer. Her work was supposed to appear in Revolution House but then RH shut down forever and so one of her pieces felt stood up but has since gotten over it and is doing pretty all right now, and some of her other work has appeared at a Summer Shorts performance, in S/tick Magazine and in Boston Literary Magazine. She lives in Chicago.
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