When the Microwave Broke

When the microwave broke
I said, the day has come!
Piece of junk only lasted
Two, maybe three years
And it was always too loud
And I knew it wasn’t right
But it still cooked our eggs
In the morning, heated cups
For tea, and bowls for oatmeal
And popped buttery bags of corn
–This is a poem about how
I can’t live without a microwave.
This is a poem about
More than a microwave.
I don’t want to talk about it.


Day 21- What is the one appliance you can’t live without?



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