Have you ever microwaved a pop-tart?

It’s actually rather pretty.

Not only are you rewarded

with a pastry so warm

that it simply melts on your tongue,

but the show before dazzles

all who watch.

 

I microwaved a pop-tart once.

Well I was there when it went in.

The colors,

the sound,

the explosion.

All entrancing.

Beyond wonder.

 

Andrew opened my eyes

to beauty that day.

And what he did was simple.

An unintentional slip.

He forgot to remove

the wrapper.

It was so simple.

 

I’ve tried to recreate the beauty,

but someone always stops me,

scolds me about danger.

But I don’t care.

I want the beauty,

the wonder.

I want to microwave a pop-tart.