Ode to My Microwave
How were you only $10? (a poem)

To my Sharp Carousel, probably the cutting edge of technology back in — what, the 50s? (time isn’t real), yellowed from age,
I appreciate you.
You might have been a $10 thrift, picked up by the waterfront, but you represent the era of products made to last rather than ones made to break.
It’s astonishing how microwave oven technology was the forefront of cooking; it’s clear from your buttons.
Popcorn, reheat, frozen dinner… (the usual), but — baked potato, rice, and soup? we’re getting creative, and then
fresh veg HARD fresh veg SOFT frozen veg… what constitutes the difference between hard and soft vegetables?
One button dedicated to fish? Another just for ground meat? Yet another for hot dogs?
An era bygone, these vestigial buttons remain, as I only ever use the buttons 2, 0 and “start” to microwave my leftovers.
Poetry Prompt: Blueberries, 3 verses of 3 lines each.
Can’t wait to see these pieces so don’t be shy about submitting to The Brain is A Noodle!
Lucy (The Egg Girl) truthfully didn’t think this would be a perfectly functioning microwave but it’s actually the best one she’s ever gotten. She has written about Kintsugi, Community, and the King: Eternal Monarch (kdrama). She wants to amplify Ono Mergen’s article: “Seemingly harmless racist phrases to avoid around your Bipoc friends”.
She is also currently retweeting everything under the #MediumPoetry and #MediumWriters tag on twitter so tweet away!





