Setting the table (first edit )

[ellajam]

Hi Tiger, a lot to like here, it portrays the love affair followed by disenchantment we experience on so many levels. A side note: Do you feel the poem gains anything by capitalizing the start of each line? For me it impedes the read. Here are a few notes.

Setting the table

The microwave oven came to our house for Christmas the same year as the Big Bang.
And we reheated gravy like it was nobody's business whether we said Grace first, or not.
We watched it bubbling over.
And we bubbled over ourselves, a little,
Toasting to a pastel future,
Toasting to now, finally arrived and with wine.
Fine opening, I like the tone, the bubbling, the stepping up. Pastel is the only nit I have here, just meh.

We had a three year affair with three minute popcorn, Love this line, an era defined, reinforced by the theater that follows.
And whatever our lot was,
The plot was for the house to smell of theatre,
And that was good enough for us.

My mother served trifle in a champagne glass,
That any sweet-tooth would bite through to taste. Something awkward here.
But her coffee was total shit; Stops the bubbling dead, did you mean to?
A shame because some of us looked forward to it,
More than the gravy even.

She always kept the gravy hot,
But sometimes there was more to the meat than we could gloss over,
With chewed fat and drippings.
You might consider shifting this up closer to the other gravy.

This year we made hot dogs in the microwave,
So the place doesn't smell of the same home-cooked play as last year.
It's so much easier for things to get harder now.
We're more prepared for big bangs,
When you press the wrong button,
Or keep something in too long.
Strong end.

Thanks for the read.