squeeze box

don’t like feeling

like i can’t message somebody

or something, like i can’t

talk to you via discursive practices

that our relationship (if that)

is a struggle for power like

opening and shutting a microwave

over and over and over again

repeatedly because the chicken nuggets

are sad and have freezer burn

you wonder to yourself

how can something be burned if it is frozen

these lonely people in the morning

oh wait, that’s your reflection in the mirror

of the microwave window, and you think

about that scene from last house on the left

where the dad puts his last prisoner’s head

in the microwave and explodes it with microwaves

that is okay, but it doesn’t make sense

because you thought that microwaves don’t work

if the hatch/door is open