Smell in the Teacher's Lounge

Eagan tried to tell me-
Yeah, he definitely warned me-
His voice twanging with shock
His hands turned upward in
helpless aghast
aghast!
How can they eat?
Perform their duties?
Enjoy the New Yorker?
very few do
that, anyway.
It took me seven months
seven months until
I realized
that smell.
sage Eagan nods, through the phone:
It has to be the refrigerator.