That My Kitchen is a Heraclitean Fire and of the Comfort of the Extinguisher

(with apologies to G.M.H.)

Stove-knobs, strange numbers, goblin-glinting dials,
Flame-plates atop, caged conflagration hides,
Broil, bake, baste, burn, bent digit-discs deride—
O how to cook Spaghetti-O’s at whiles?
Filth-floor no-man-mopped, wretched refuse piles:
No trash-can-space for pizza boxes I'd
Consumed last night: alas, they're now inside
The stove whose every knob I've blindly twiled.
Enough! Extinguisher, thou scythe of might,
Gush gas at gaping jaws of jagged flame.
Away, Sith smoke tsunami, leering light,
Piss off, thou smoke alarm of blaring blame:
Th’apartment shall not be destroyed tonight,
Nor my Spaghetti-O’s be lost in shame!
Jamey Toner

Jamey Toner is the author of The Kai, the true account of a young man finding faith through the martial arts, and the co-author of Brides of Christ, a children's book from the Benedictines of Mary, Queen of Apostles. Toner lives and works in Massachusetts with his beautiful wife, three lovely children, and a fluctuating number of chickens.

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