Microwave

Fast love and burnt tongues.

Cook me
COOK ME!
Five minutes from dying
Four minutes from done
The lyrics of my bubbling innards are what you sung

Frozen fast food was my love

A convection of soul took too long for you!
Impatient hunger for lust is what you brew
Threw me on a plate
Punching those numbers of calculate
Staring at me while I take my trip
Spilling out my soul while you watch me drip

Hot on the outside, frozen in the center
Finishing me off like a T.V. dinner

Author's Note

I can't explain it. I am somewhat embarrassed I made this. I don't even know what it is. I guess I was hungry.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i feel it is an allegory...it's not just about microwave food, it is about relationships that are like that...
too quick to cook, too quick to become cold...
instant gratification comes at cost.