Tuesday, November 15, 2011

On the Eve of the New Appliance Delivery

Potmaster 600, you have left

oatmeal dried on the cusp of my bowl

again, and I am shifting my weight

at the kitchen sink, picking at it with my

thumbnail, getting dishpan hands.

The silverware are soaking in a cup

of soapy water after another

wasted round in the dishwasher.

There are only twelve hours left until

the delivery truck arrives to take you

out of these cabinets, out of our house,

out of our town, to where they take

twenty-two year old appliances, and soon,

I will be rid of you, loading every dish

without pre-rinse, into a stainless-steel

mid-range tall tub high-efficiency

silverware jets included dishwasher,

one that doesn't need to be called Potmaster

it is and will be the master of the pots.

1 comment:

  1. Jealous. I want one because I wash everything before it goes in the dishwasher and when it comes out. But...our apartment complex doesn't see the issue.