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  • Writer's pictureKyx

microwave dinner

i’m not skilled in the culinary arts

you don’t know how to use a stove

but it doesn’t dilute our love

we come as a set not ala carte

my schedule is packed, yours too

we may only meet at night

but the time, for me, is always right

if the person i dine with is you

buy our meals from the convenience store

put in the microwave and watch them turn

i don’t think i could want much more

even if occasionally my dinner burns

‘cause our handwritten post-its on the oven door

are the warmth to which i'll always return

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