Heart shaped potato

The Heart Shaped Potato lives in my fridge.
I gave it away a few times.
It always came back to the fridge. People don't know what to do with a heart shaped potato.
It's too much responsibility.
Doesn't stop you wanting someone to hold it and say " groovy spud". Or "Mmmm romantic potato bud!"

I mean I'm human after all. I have a friend who says that keeping it in the fridge makes it too cold for bonified suitors.
Maybe, Cathal but consider this. If I leave it out it will sprout and wither because it's reaching too hard for becoming. In the fridge it's just humming to itself ready for the next chapter.
A Heart Shaped Potato Bonified Suitor.

Your H.S.P is not eternal. It is finite. It has time restraints. You can't hand it to just anyone but you can't wait either.

The atoms and molecules that make up your body are the same ones that make up the stars and galaxies and Heart Shaped Potatoes.
The H.S.P. longs for its partner but it knows the universe is all about attraction and repulsion. The H.S.P knows it will be matched. A beloved stranger in this hostile climate, will manifest.

Because that's the law dude. That's the fricken law.
The Earth spins at 1037 miles per hour. So does my fridge. So does my Heart Shaped Potato, so do I,  and so does she.  Nothing is forever but Heart Shaped Potatoes. Last Cosmic Waiting Room next week.
Potatoes At Dawn.