Toasting Progress by John Reinhart

Toasting Progress
John Reinhart

Squeamish about testing
on animals, leery of testing on myself,
I grabbed the next best thing:

a toaster, something
I wouldn’t miss from the shelf.
Squeamish about testing,

my teleportation experimenting,
I reached for the button and pressed –
I grabbed to hold on to something

to steady my nerves, anything
sturdy. Success could mean wealth.
Still squeamish about testing,

the toaster evaporated: zing!
Fame! Fortune! & Wealth!
I grabbed about to catch the thing

as the toaster began reappearing –
in the bathroom, the kitchen, back on the shelf.
Squeamish about more testing
I grabbed a pencil: back to drawing.


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