Ironing my wrinkle-free shirt,
I follow the puddle left behind
by the drip-free steam iron.
In the sink, the non-stick frying pan
soaks in warm water
to remove the burnt omelette
fused to its bottom.
And I still haven’t figured out
how to clean the rust
from the stainless steel BBQ grill.
(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)
