I hate microwaves
once I read an article
and removed it from my life
for damaging parts of my soul
that you see with your eyes closed.

So people thought I was ancient
heating milk in old style tiny Greek
coffee makers
and using stove tops
ovens for longer than ten seconds
and time was not rushed
still isn’t
and my kids don’t know
what a microwave is
kind of like how my parents
refused to use it
& now they say
you were right.

I was such a serving daughter
and hence a wife
losing words on the tip of a knife
sitting up all night
to finish that book of poetry
and I think of you
how every line is free
of them.
You are the part of the flower
that holds me up
the strong stem
how photographs mean nothing to us
yet how they have the potential to be
but who needs that fuss.

Bath water heals now
ocean so distant
naked micro beads know how
to remove every hint
of the sadness you leave behind
I could see it
even if I was blind
you are the one I would find
even if you found me first
or last
or the present is the past
your daily love brews my coffee
blends my tea
I never thought I would find
someone so close to me
who can do what I do
in ten seconds or less
as you watch me undress
my words
and fling them to you.
You catch them
alter them
and make them yours.
In ten seconds
art between us
is more concrete than lattes.

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