Another Ode to Kitchen Appliances

oh!  I just realized something!  I no longer only write poems that are about boys!  *pats herself on back*  good job home-girl.

my blender does not understand

smoothies

“Accept My Gift of Pineapple

Thy Foul Beast!”

this is a blood sacrifice

and she is sadly unreceptive

I begin the main course

I have cupboards full of words

See-Jane-Runs

quick brown foxes

I have half a mind (no, three-fourths of a mind)

to sauté them

into

the golden eggs

more difficult to crack

than I had thought they would be

(forge? My stove doesn't get

hot enough,

I think)

I will spice the adjectives with

madness

I will verb these nouns

throw in a voodoo doll or

tulips! Two! Lips!

Crack open a maraca

and sell you some rhythm

Oh you will love this

you will devour this

You will get up and dance to this

I think

I do not understand

cooking