Thursday, December 31, 2009

Montie Jean Poem 1: Microwave

She didn’t want the damn thing. She TOLD Jack
and Leigh, I got no use for that damn thing.
They set it up on the table she kept
potted plants and grocery sacks on, and she
ignored it for two weeks before warming
up some dinner rolls. She pushed start; her heart
fluttered at the sound of the glass cracking.
It’s that twisty-tie, Jack said on the phone.
She has a drawer full of them and ketchup
packets, rubber bands, odd buttons, pencils,
coupons, decks of cards, scissors, dominoes,
her husband’s upper plate with exposed wires,
silver and pink, flat, unused for nine years,
firmly stuck to a package of mustard.

1 comment:

  1. hello there and thank you for your info – I have certainly picked up something new from right here.
    I did however expertise a few technical
    issues using this site, as I experienced to reload the web
    site lots of times previous to I could get it to load properly.
    I had been wondering if your hosting is OK? Not that I'm complaining, but slow loading instances times will sometimes affect your placement in google and could damage your quality score if ads and marketing with Adwords. Well I'm adding this RSS to my email and could look
    out for a lot more of your respective intriguing content.

    Make sure you update this again soon.

    Also visit my website - commercial insurance quote online