Ode to microwave.

The ting box
each a distinct personality
800 or 750
god forbid a 600 Watt
some plate rumble and shake
once my sister dropped it and it couldn't spin after that
'cause well it.. happened to break!
Electronic experiments
bread in,toastie out.
Domesticated way of life,
away from the grains ,corns and housewife.
You get so impatient
when I don't click your door open.
What's the rush?
It's all about the fast food, at-my-convenience cook
You are a science machine
keepin' it clean
or green spores collect in your metallic corners
like the wasting away of old age ,gangrene and Yuck face.
"That's gross" the audience exclaims in a sympathetic disgust.
I know.Still it happens if your inattentive to it's needs.
I have a relationship with my microwave.
But I hope it does not read
Marx or MLK or Friedan
I'm buggered should those trio it happen to discover
I'll have a full scale riot on my hands
with the toaster, the fridge and the oven forming a rebellious band
Machine warfare-burnt toast,crispified edges and room temperature milk.
Villainy in the kitchen.