I don’t write a lot of poetry, but sometimes something occurs to me that will only work in poetry form. So, here’s my most recent poem. I hope you like it.
My husband is the kind of man who buys cheap appliances
and then tinkers and charms to keep them running.
When our car stereo started eating tapes,
he stuck a red and white plastic drinking straw
into its mouth
and it stopped eating
When our dishwasher wasn’t cleaning dishes,
he ran it with the door open,
studying its mechanics as
hot water sprayed clean the floor,
then he removed the filter, cut off a layer,
and twelve years later our dishes are sparkling clean
When our clothes dryer would not dry,
He took off the top,
rolled the large metal drum this way and that,
played with a giant rubber band,
ordered a part
and dry it does again.
I am only forty-six,
but my warranty period must have passed.
My body is failing me; things don’t work as they should:
but my heart is kept strong by a man I know will not give up on me.
One thought on “Cheap Appliances”
Your husband has fixed quite a few things at our house, too. We think he’s pretty great!