After a brief “remove plastic and stir” intermission,
I pressed which apparently was the microwave “LAUNCH” button,
for in the following moments, the microwave door sprung open,
launching my Country Style Chicken TV dinner through the air.

Peas ricocheted off the ceiling and cabinet doors,
and torpedoed the feline water dish below.
Gravy drenched potatoes splattered the kitchens lime green walls
and then slowly dripped down onto the linoleum floor
forming into miniaturized sludge volcanoes.

In awe,
with my index finger still extended, I stood motionless
as if I just witnessed an unannounced nuclear attack on my homeland