Kia Writes the Microwaves
by Jeremy Downes
Kia writes the microwaves
sizzling yesterday’s browned grief;
Kia reads the manuals, finds
the pounds per square inch pressure
shrugged in the can-opener’s blade.
Kia writes the spray and whuush
of dishwashers striking up at dawn;
Kia watches as the maple knife block does its work;
as the salad spinner spins;
as the blender threshes, combs, combines.
Kia writes refrigerated lyrics, the buzzing light’s
fluorescent prose, and Kia wants and
Kia wants to chant the epic of laminate floors,
script the toaster’s pulp fiction,
sings the kitchen’s effable romance.
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