No-one else had a microwave.
My friends used to come home
from school with me just to eat
the cheese rolls Mom made,
gouda piled thickly
in a white bun,
placed on the carousel,
given a minute of fierce
Instant Cook. [...]
http://thisisaerodrome.com/poem-microwave/
BIOGRAPHY:
Jeannie Wallace McKeown writes poetry and prose creatively; works at a desk in a university but has also been a freelance writer for the past six years covering academic lectures, seminars, book launches and interviewing interesting people; has had creative pieces published in literary journals and online; mother of two boys who can no longer be described as small; in a steady co-parenting relationship with an ex-husband, resolutely single and using poetry as one means of meeting this life head-on.http://badilishapoetry.com/jeannie-wallace-mckeown/
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