“things should me made as simple as possible, but not any simpler.”
So, you might have,
punched the printing
keys among your pots and pans,
lending legibility to inchoate,
for millions’ immolation.
you dirty rat!)
but from that fire, you would fry
in first-quality varnish; a knotless,
shakeless seat of dried red oak.
when the naked bulb
seared the psyche
with your husband’s
for the cooking of Jell-o.
And such an electric,
(c) Michael Quentin Abraham, 2017.