Saturday, January 7, 2012

the microwave

microwave on the counter
isolated from all the
matching appliances

not the best view
of the house
unlike the rest

pasta sauce stains
the white metal
smells of burnt food
and singed hair

never strong enough
to push for a new one

because every now and then
there's something sweet

timer is heard at noon
leftovers are done

if not already eaten
by the man with
the graveyard shift

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