290: Eaten by heat

We don't use the microwave everyday, but it is bright red and regularly admired by us. Unlike the rest of The Microwave Corner, which is an annoying mess. Other house place names are The Useful Drawer, The Wurlitzer and the Box Office. 

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In the cool clear blue sky, the sunlight

Liberated from mist, skims over white

Fleece surface, splits through a teardrop

Gem circling in the kitchen window

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The kitchen is warmed and filled

With cuts of rainbow light from the

Gyratory crystal. Shut my eyes, put the

Sun on my face, have a tropical moment

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Temperatures trigger sense memory; from

The squashed breath-recycling aircraft aisle

I drag my crumpled self out to the sensation

Of engulfment, the warm air swallows me up

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I am inside the belly of heat, feel the haze

Of absorption, the ground heat of airport tarmac

Wants to digest me, I am assimilated, then

Freeze-shocked by arrival-lounge air-conditioning

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The traffic baffles, there are vehicles of

Preposterous proportions, they swarm like

Metal fish in a humid turbulent sea, we are so

Proud of learning to cross the road here

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Dog claw clatter on the laminate floor

Brings me out of my reverie, to squint

At the kitchen, think, I’m on a roll, I will

Sweep the floors, as my next domestic trick

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The broom is kept propped in The

Microwave Corner; we have names

For places to assist in navigating

Around the Atolls of Detritus

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Vermilion microwave has top shelf

Pride of place, in its own

Idolised corner-nook, flanked

By attendant oven gloves

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There was once a rug in the

Living room but also once we gave

The dog a prawn head to eat

She rolled it into the wool pile

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As the broom-bristles clog

Accumulating dog hair and

Smudging wet paw prints, bored

Four-legs sighs in the armchair