Loitering in Front of the Microwave
The answer to all of life’s dumb questions
radiate against my brain;
while I loiter in front of the microwave.
I stare vacantly at the sixty-seven cent
frozen pizza insistently spinning
in inconsistent, unceremonious circles,
perturbed to observe the plant and animal
byproducts combust, by
counting down for something to change,
still envisioning thermonuclear waves
undergoing similar molecular
decompositions upon the human skin,
as I stand in a stranger’s kitchen, questioning
the act of fasting a starved artist,
as I loiter in front of the microwave.
Chris Butler is a twenty-something nobody shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut.He has previously published two chapped books, Emo (2010) and The War of Art (2010), and the upcoming collection Black Tits, co-written with the beatnik poet laureate of Cambodia, Randall Rogers.
