What Happens in the Fridge, Stays in the Fridge

I woke up this morning

to find myself reborn

as a can of lager

standing in the door of my fridge.

How refreshing! I thought

and, at first, I enjoyed it -

the peace of my surroundings,

the slight chill, the darkness

until the door was opened,

illuminating everything:

the limping lettuce,

the unloved leftovers.

Then the door closed

and I was left alone

with my heavy hopped thoughts

and two jars of tartare sauce...

TWO JARS OF TARTARE SAUCE!

B.R. 14.05.2021

I mean, why do these things even happen?
Picture by B.R.