I was so afraid of new ideas
that I never opened
the refrigerator door
because a light would go on
and, maybe, that signified
I thought something
never thought before
and that might thrust me
into the spotlight
if I shared this revelation
and then I’d be examined
twelves sides to forever
by scientists and philosophers
and the media
and people drinking beer in bars
and instead of my novel idea
they would discuss my choice of shoes
or the rumple in my shirt
or place bets
on whether I wore a hat
or slept oddly in bed.