The dryer vents in the wall
above the microwave
spew lint that often

lands on our food.

Both dryer and microwave
must be off or the old transistor
radio on the kitchen counter

broadcasts nothing but static.

The cranky toaster
which threatens to burn the mail
perched on the shelf above

can remain on,

except when the oven is on
along with the toaster
and my mother’s old percolator,

as that combination trips the circuit breaker.

Despite these irritations
I believe I have finally achieved
a fairly good working relationship

with our appliances,

and for this adaptive collaboration
and long overdue
acceptance of the imperfect,

I am truly thankful.

Although not yet able
to apply these skills
beyond the kitchen,

I remain hopeful.

From Perfect Diet (Finishing Line Press, ??).
Used here with permission.