Why, oh Microwave,
Is my platter so hot?
My food’s edge is smoldering,
Yet the center is not.
Your micro wave power,
Is impressive indeed.
But fully warmed chowder
Is what my mouth needs.
My fingers are seared
From touching this bowl,
My flesh you left blistered,
And my dinner, left cold.
Donnell lives in the New Orleans area. She writes poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. She's a cancer mom and a St. Baldrick's Foundation volunteer. Donnell has gone bald 5 times for St. Baldrick's Foundation, achieving the status of Squire.
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