Monday, July 19, 2010

By Now it Should Be Obvious

By Now it Should Be Obvious

By now it should be obvious
that appliances want a firm hand,
that we are used handling them

with roughness and a small amount
of irritation. I rev the blender
like a motorcycle’s engine, punch

the highest setting on the fan every night.
The blow dryer expels its hot breath
whenever I demand that it does.

They are compliant, our appliances,
so useful. And with every use
we push them towards death.


  1. This poem is absolutely beautiful but sad... our little appliances are so good to us, aren't they...

  2. One of your better blends of words and picture.

    However furious we act at its scorn, the appliance ends with a whimper, not a bang.

  3. There was a time we could repair our appliances, like taking them to the doctor, so they were more our "friends." Now, they are disposable, filling our dumps as soon as we wear them out. I like the line: "handling them with roughness and a small amount of irritation."

  4. I was going to say what Abby said. I anthropomorphize my dog. Well, thanks to your poetry I am now anthropomorphizing my Cuisinart coffee maker.;-)


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