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"Face-first, snug against the base of the wall
The plug sucks electricity, a leech, an eel.
The fridge hums contentedly, fed through
This tail. Sitting on the kitchen floor when
I was young, I put my ear to the refrigerator’s
Flank and listened to the dull buzz inside.
That’s when I learned that every object has
A voice, that the plug is a vein, a vocal cord."

Interior Design Poems by Hannah Stephenson. "The Plug""