From Writing Notebook 2021, published in 2022.
267.
Refrigerator
light bulb burned out. Endless night
for carrots and milk
until a new orb arrives:
I twist the star into place
8/24/21
274.
The linen closet
The limp worn-soft cotton sheets
We no longer own
the bed they fit but never
will I let them leave my house.
9/21/21
275.
Frost on the windows
I hear bad insulation
and condensation
shaking heads and griping so cold.
I see patterns drawn for me.
9/21/21
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
That first one resonated with me! We have a family curse that no refrigerator will have a working light! And the curse continues!!
Yes. I do think the refrigerators do it just to have a little fun. And they know your weak points (I wonder how they past this info on).
The first one made me laugh, and I nodded at the second one.
I imagine the life inside a fridge, but, I have the feeling it’s like living at the bottom of the sea – if you are a bottle of milk, well, this is your world! As for the 274, there are items that can never be let go of, no matter how long ago they were useful, because…at one time, they were very important and that never has gone away even if they are aged out now. I’m maybe feeling this way myself at times?
Yes, I’ve felt that way, too.