Appliances humming loudly conversing,
Microwave looks radiantly glowing, ready to dance as it's turned on.
Blender roaring laughing, mixing and grinding with others.
Fridge and Freezer hitting it off, fans spinning non-stop, finishing each other sentences.
Stove is foreign, but natural. Big and beautiful it doesn't need help to be warmed up.
Television stares across the room, blank screen, turned off from the kitchen's gossip.
Blur-ray is wanting to go out to the movies.
I try to talk.
No response.
They just stay silent, humming, judging, unmoving,
and burning my fucking dinner.
No response.
They just stay silent, humming, judging, unmoving,
and burning my fucking dinner.
