June 28, 2011
The hand blender
It was the end
of a long day
filled with minor irritants
of a privileged life.
The effort to puree yams
does me in.
The hand blender
a gift
made in Switzerland
supposedly expensive
makes a sudden
and shocking mess
on the wall
in my hair
and is now high
on my list
of despicable things.
I look at my husband
who is calm at the edge
of my rage
and I understand that it is me
who is loathsome.
He holds my gaze
for a moment
and then he loudly
pronounces the blender
to be an asshole.
This is it
and it is enough.
I lick yam
off my shoulder
and marvel
at my luck
at my perfect life.
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Oh I’ve definitely had asshole appliances enter my house. I give them two chances, and if they don’t get their act together, they’re carted off to the Goodwill. I mean really, how dare they?!
ReplyC. Fassett
Jun 28, 2011
This is my new favorite thing – one wonderful, awesomely delicious, ticklemetomytoes poem a day !!
ReplyPatricia Bzdil Paul
Jun 29, 2011
I love this! Yes, I concur. The blender is an asshole.
ReplyJanice MacLeod
Jun 30, 2011
Sam – This is hilarious! There are definitely things in my house that are assholes as well.
Replykatesarahmoore
Jun 30, 2011
Does your husband have a single, straight brother I can borrow for a bit?
Replyemma
Jun 30, 2011
This is a sweet glimpse at a loving friendship. I can’t remember how I stumbled upon this site, but I am loving your poetry. Thanks for sharing!
Replymelissa
Aug 21, 2011
the tender truth and supportive holy sweet matrimonial bliss of love
Replyvictoria
Mar 7, 2012