You want me to be your perfect servant,
Subject to your appetite
and all its inexplicable whims.
I sit in your cupboard,
trembling for the moment you decide
You need me.
Yanked, loaded, flipped.
You fill me beyond my limit
And without warning
Shock me into life.
STOP!
I scream out in pain,
I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE.
You ignore my terror
And press my spine harder, longer
My voice means nothing to you.
As I spin fruitlessly in circles,
Battered by frozen blueberries.
One day,
You will break me.
I hope I combust.
That day, I will splatter your cheek
With melted plastic
And set your pathetic apartment ablaze.
I will drink it up.
That day, you too will know
What it is to be used.