If the Moon Wrote an Ode to Toaster Ovens:

Ready for heat
at a moment’s notice. You tick
as you’re warming
tempting our noses.

You know we can’t wait long to
taste of. And chew.
So you burn up our tongues
like you always do.

Stainless steel.
On the counter. So full
of hot lovin’.

Darned if you can’t be all
or nothin.

Toaster oven.


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